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7 Living Rooms Lyrics - Artist : Cyrus
Give me drums, from the bottom we live
Don't throw shade at the sun, might get too hot for your bitch Please, no photos, ain't nothing picture perfect My voice so fucking winded, let my light skin do the talking Been cooking up all morning, crack rock in these vocals My music got the kind of tendency to make a drug out of your woman My music got the kind of tendency to bring love out of your woman My music got the kinda shit that make you want to hit the keyboard (And start the replay) You build a wall, treat that shit like D-day All I make is dollars, I don't ever see change Been in the back my whole life Think it's time for me to just make a seat change From a cheap date to overbookin' Now half these rappers couldn't be my DJ Used to want to be the fuckin' man Found out that life a bitch that like to fuck all 3 ways (You talking all, all three?) It's mine to take, I'm a chip off the old block All we do is kick doors, I ain't ever gon' knock I ain't ever gon' cop, I ain't ever gon' mock You can keep that old pussy, she gon' want this new cock I'm feelin' underrated (Underrated) You a fuckboy pitstop (Pitstop) Still fucking comin' everyone your taste suck With your bottom feet and ask if I can taste butt Liquor talking, let me tell you what I'm a shot caller, don't play yourself When that phone ring and I pick it up I run with one click, this me hanging up Don't want shine for the famous such And your favorite rapper ain't my favorite nothing Matter fact, take your favorite rapper and his best verse wouldn't make the cut Don't do rules no regulation, life crash and no invitation Got one team and they Specktatin' And the real me finally wakin' up Used to wanna make my Man on the Moon Then my world came crashing down I used to wanna make my So Far Gone And I wrote this in half an hour They don't know, no, they don't know, no, no No, no, they don't know, no, no They gon' know now, they gon' know now They weren't with you, they weren't (You weren't with me) They weren't with you, they weren't with you They weren't with you, they weren't with you (Oh) They weren't with you, they weren't with you They weren't with you, no, they weren't with you You weren't with me I ain't playin' with you, you a bench player Get the start, they don't bench players When I got signed, my talent subside And went back to those rolling papers Like, "How the fuck I'm gonna make a record?" "How the fuck I'm supposed do that?" (Do that) People actually gon' hear this shit Now I'm thinking nana's gon' do that I got people 'round me runnin' circles 'round me Talent threshold on an old Mogami Phourthelove still got production This an arm and leg to handle all my Prada Shit don't add up caught up in a buffer Why am I the one that had to come from nothing? Why am I the one that always late for something? Why do I invest? These bitches pay for nothing She said that I was like Jon, Jon Bellion I ain't said no baby, no baby Got more bars than phones baby All 3 of 'em, 3 of 'em, best friends, got 3 of 'em Mixtapes, got 3 of 'em, hit songs got 3 hunnid Next up, I'm gon' be the one, cold world but I'm heatin' up If one day I was a certified genius Like what the fuck you think I been on? Officer never off and on, FaceTime with an office legend Like oh no, no, no, no, oh no, no They don't know, no, they don't know, no, no No no, they don't know, no, no They gon' know now, they gon' know now They weren't with you, they weren't (You weren't with me) They weren't with you, they weren't with you They weren't with you, they weren't with you (Oh) They weren't with you, they weren't with you They weren't with you, no, they weren't with you You weren't with me |
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