Lyrics: Lamine Amari
Music: Lamine Amari
I'm a monster, Under a certain bed
Lurking in the shadows, light inside my head
I see her living and I head towards the nearest Ted
Talk, Talk to me today it should be different but not bad
I wrote this song in class cuz it reminds me of the past
Nerving memories to scroll thorugh, "Zid Kass"
Using papers to communicate I miss touching your ass
I'll keep this song clean for now because
According to Cordelia, I'm no longer so good
According to Cordelia, I left the neighborhood
According to Cordelia, There's no longer our world
But history says otherwise, I pray to the good lord
According to Cordelia
We keep our story safe
Don't throw things that I gave ya
Just keep them in your place
According to Cordelia
We keep our story safe
Don't throw things that I gave ya
Just keep them in your place
I still remember pink panther thatIusedto have on my wall
I've always wanted to call but never had the nerve to roll
I've always been a good baller standing so damn tall
People hug me at the mall and ask for selfies as I recall
I've been having this dream a lot lately you in a white dress
Long black hair with bangs and a smile that screams I'm a mess
"Zid Kass" all that I feel ldakhel is a big 7ess
You played with my emotions just like queen's gambit's games of chess
According to Cordelia
We keep our story safe
Don't throw things that I gave ya
Just keep them in your place
According to Cordelia
We keep our story safe
Don't throw things that I gave ya
Just keep them in your place
Acording to Cordelia
This Album has no taste
Don't sing about our history
It will not be erased
Acording to Cordelia
This Album has no taste
Don't sing about our history
It will not be erased