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trippie redd - long way home from mars/love scars og version lyrics

part 1: long way home from mars!

[chorus]
it’s gon’ be a long long long long way home
i’m on mars and it’s a far far far place from home
travel by my ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone, by my ‘lone
it’s gon’ be a long long long long way home
it’s gon’ be a long long long long way home
did it by my ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone
them boys all alone ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone ‘lone
did it by my ‘lone, it’s a long way home

[post-chorus]
long way, long way
long way, long way, long way
savage they post in the hallways
i keep my strap on me always
shawty say she gon’ f-ck with me
baby just f-ck with me long way
long way
long way, long way
long way, long way
long way, yeah

[verse]
f-ck with me long way, f-ck with me, yeah
from the streets hard way, had to eat yeah
feed the streets, yeah we gotta eat some way
feed the streets all day, feed the streets, yeah
i’ma take your soul, please don’t try to fight it
i’ma take your soul like i am ho-seiden
this is my wave, please don’t try to ride it
know me from the streets, boy we need some guidance

part 2: love scars

[chorus]
you used to say you in love
i used to say that sh-t back
taking that sh-t from the heart
now look where the f-ck where we at
girl you got me just going out bad
love scars and you got me real sad
lookin’ like you had a past
i was hoping that sh-t was gon’ last, oh

[verse]
shawty, i just want your love for a minute
i be captain baby, you can be lieutenant
swear i lose my mind every time that i’m in it
you won’t get a dime, naw naw not mine
spend it, spend it
i been here for a minute, minute, ayy
playin games with me shawty
this is not no scrimmage, scrimmage
swear that i did it, did it
i do it, i does this, i does it, ayy
shout-out my bl–dy, my whoadie
lil n-gga, and shout out my bousins, woah
i swear i’m bloodied up bs
never throwing up, cs
these n-ggas is disgusting
something like the disease
your b-tch p-ssy nasty as f-ck
she got a little bit of yeast
gettin’ all the money, count it up
countin’ all my green, woah ayy
girl you got me going out, bad
girl you got me real sad
devil in me make me mad
you used to say you in love, yeah
shawty you so f-cked up
you used to say you in love
you got me so f-cked up
shawty i don’t need you anyway
i just sit back in my balenciaga’s
sippin’ that lemonade
mixin’ it with hennessy
dominating any enemy

- trippie redd lyrics

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