That said, he also reveals to the listener that he is currently seeing another woman. He even mentions how they often planned about having kids together in the future. He talks about the trips to Tokyo that they made as well as their numerous shopping sprees. He begins the second verse by reminiscing about the wonderful times they had together. However, he lets her know that he’s still healing from the hurt she brought upon him. Why? Because according to him, “love is blind”. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).In the first verse of “Sundress”, Rocky tells the girl that despite hurting him, he’s fine. ASAP Album Lyrics1.1 Train2.Fuckin' Problems3.Ghetto Come Apart6.Long Live (All I Really Need)9.Pretty Flacko (Remix)10.Purple Swag (Remix)11.Wild for the NightA$AP Rocky Lyrics provided by Nigga RIP to Pimp, can't forget Little FlipĪnd I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?Īnd that bitch, know we poppin' so she poppin' on his dick Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless Where they shoot without a purpose, services and hearses On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer downĬorrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
So you break her back I'm talking bout your momĬause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines Tell em watch your spine, I mean watch your backīetter guide your track, better not look back Never talk to caops, make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down License plate say wipe me down, car from 1989īut a nigga sits so pretty call that muthafucka fine
Or toking on that semi, rob a muthafucka blind Riding through your city like that mutherfucka mine Now soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history Toking on that biscuit til I'm no longer existing On the road to riches, a diamond rings, designer jeans Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambitionįor my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets My Santa Clause was missin, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's MemphisĪ bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith andĪ bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi Trigger finger itchin' fuck parental supervision Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in womenĪin't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes
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