Lunacity lyrics

by

Tom The Mail Man


[Verse 1]
That girl don't ever take me serious
'Cause half the time I'm just delirious
b*tches callin' me mysterious
And honestly I'm prolly on my period
Talkin' like its Sean is only hearing this, sh*t
And half the time I'm lost to my best
Still lost in my thoughts
Caught up in my head, f*ck
Still rep TDC 'til the death of me
Still get bored while this motherf*cker textin' me
Why the f*ck we up late night
Talkin' on the facetime
Somethin' just ain't right
And I still be so lonely, but I never talk
I got so much on me, but they only spark
They don't know how I feel but that's okay
I wanna do this solo ain't no multiplay, ayy

[Bridge]
And I feel like I don't really know to many n*ggas in my real life
And I feel like I don't really know to many n*ggas in my real life
And I feel like, I feel like
In my real life, In my real life, ayy
You got mail
[Verse 2]
And who do I call?
When I got like twenty f*ck n*ggas grippin' on my balls
And twenty bad b*tches clout suckin' 'til its dawn
I feel the night sky and forty more just respawned
The back of my neck feel hectic its stress filled
Momma impressed so I guess that I'm blessed still
f*ck a n*gga pep talk
Talk to my pet dog
Longer than these f*ck n*ggas actin' like they get Sean
Who the f*ck is Sean though
Only got love my for mom, yo
Only got love for this condo
The n*ggas say I wouldn't get
f*ck the n*ggas sit up on my wooden di*k
Splinters in their pus*y
Guess you b*tches probably should've spit flex
Put that f*cking ice on my wounds and my neck
Laugh of cult b*tches, them pussies get wet
They told me T-O-M coming up next
When compared to these rappers I've been a vet
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