It starts with one thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
Its so unreal
Didn't look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on, but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried,
it all fell apart
What it meant to me
will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try,
keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme, to remind myself how
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
(in the end)
You kept everything inside
and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
a memory of a time when I
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I’ve put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
я плачу слезами и солью, потому что Рома меня бьет, и я развожусь с ним сейчас. это конец отношений Сюзанны и Мальбэк. Мальбэк — это конец, это конец, это конец, это жопа, это просто финал
Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme
I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel
I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
I want a cigarette
Don't wanna talk with ease, I'm over all it
Don't try fuckin' with me, boy, I don't want it
You should go and get with her, she's better for you
Baby, I'm not that girl, don't want no lovin' from you
Don't try fuckin' with me-e, yeah, no, I don't want it
You should go and get with her, oh, uh, she's better for you
Never gonna be your girl, boy, I don't want you
I don't want lovin', all that I want is
Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme
I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel
I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
I don't give a damn, don't you understand?
I've been down, so don't come around
I see it, know you want it, yeah
Yeah, I'm not goin' for it, it's in the best
He really want a chance, sorry, man, not a fan
He lookin' when I dance, keep your head up out your pants
I never really want it
You know that all I want is, all I want is
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
I want a cigarette
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, that vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger I bleed
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
I want a cigarette
Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine
Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free
I want sex, money, bitches, and the stickiest weed
Fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supreme
I want beat-up Chanels, I want new personnel
I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel
I want nasty after parties, banged up at the motel
I want beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
Beat-up Chanels, I want somethin' for real
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