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burbose - who you is lyrics

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my first woman was a prostitute
and my second woman was a prostitute
b+tch, i can see ya face: you start prosecute
that’s funny, cos tonight you gon’ take off ya bra
that’s cute!

good parents, high values, private school
you look down at ma man’s manners
you playin’ sm ‘royal family’
diana, megan, kate — you ain’t one of them
you in the middle of nowhere —it’s faraway from hollywood

and i seen ya nudes, by the way, today
ma dawg a fan, he follows you on onlyfans
he says, you missed a spot of hair
on ya lower back and ya ass
we could help you get it waxed

nah, wait, this ain’t ‘bout disrespect
all i’m really tryna say, i’m really tryna say
even tho we not the same
all it takes is one bad day
to take you down to our levеl, baby

shave ma head like a navy or patiеnt cranston
when it’s ‘bout self+care — we gettin’ lazy
i’m cuttin’ on expenditures
i loose da weight here, and lately
i ain’t tryna reject no more ma grandma’s pension
i been tryna sell ma soul to labels lately
cos ma stomach can’t keep goin’ empty independent
tell me ‘bout ma talent, what it’s worth
how i end up in suburban dirty clubs
be sellin’ … (coughs)

i ain’t smoke no more, ain’t got sober — got broke
slippery slope, when i dip ma d+ck in broke hoe throat
thought ‘bout rope, but i’m still too soft
mr. cop, coke outta scope
can’t you see i’m way too slow?

for this job, that job
i guess, every job
borrow money from ma momma, 23 years old
sold ma family gold to record sm songs
mom i swear to god, when drop, the world gon’ know

quick cut: back to da trap+house
b+tch says i’m disgraceful
b+tch, you on my stairwell
waitin’, starin’ like i’m devil

it’s not ma fault
that this city, this building
and even this kitchen
creeps you, fo’ you too gritty
but i know the real reason, you a b+tch, you a greedy one!
you want free cut of ma spices and ma parmesan
who you milkin’, c+nt? do i look like cow?
i can treat a real woman, but i hate a sponge
(struggle)

‘struggle+struggle’ sang ma granny to ma mommy
some depression and anxiety ain’t go away with no molly
not with mad honey, nor with ssri
not with nothin’, but suddenly…
what helps is mahogany

low taste, low culture, we want gaudy money
throw ‘em in ya eyes, incrustin’ gold in our bodies
6 am sunday, i’m on da spot and
i look like bum, doin’ none…
but i’m onto sm…

believe me, had a jewish kid upbringing
i grew up in a greenhouse, and i wanna rebuild it
fo’ me ‘n ma people, but it’s illegal here
fear bitin’ off ma sleep —
stayed up whole damm week

stop it!
stop spillin’ ya feelings
to stranger people
it’s addictive, what you a b+tchass?
that’s not the way
to get respect
suppress, show ‘em act
toughest nail in da pack

gimme dat, gimme dat and gimme dat one
fo’ sm bravery
machine o’ handmade + doesn’t matter
only thing that matters —
country of manufacturer
i need only afghan…
what? you got only albanian?!

— then i’ll talk to ya later, connection, take care, dawg…
nah what a dumbasso
can i fo once work with professional
i ain’t seen professional
in these badlands
i ain’t seen depression
but now it feels like my forever

and when it gets too stagnant
i find myself prayin’
tho i know we headed straight
to the h+llfire
i’m trynna say sm
to ma only plug in heaven
ma lil angel
lil lamb of god that
passed on the playground

decade! (decade)
ago lil bruh, if only i could know
that i could see ya face just one more time
wouldn’t change at all, too late for me lil dawg
lost ma soul, i say ’ssup’ to da plug

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