Lyrics: Hustler Hiran
Music: Hustler Hiran
(Shocking)
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Remembering the times we used to Telegram chat
Takes a real lady to tell a man that
Managing my problems like Bill Belichick
Trying to cut me down to size but girl
I got nine lives
Fed me with cyanide
You cut my timeline
But it's still my time
‘cause I got nine lives
Ordered my lunch, bae
Called me to end it
Requested for friendship
But it was just one day
Felt like a week
I'm feeling so weak
I'm Solomon Grundy
Born on a Monday
But buried on Sunday
Drove off like a Hyundai
But maybe just some day you'll run back to me
I’m lacking a quality apparently
Given you care like a parent be
Got me so high like a balcony
You got me counting Abacus rings
I think I might have been the first man to be
Placed in your life and not want to leave
I pulled all my punches, you pushed me away
I gave you a foot, you stepped on my J's
Remembering the times we used to telegram chat
Takes a real lady to tell a man that
Managing my problems like the great Sir Alex
Trying to cut me down to size but girl
I got nine lives
Fed me with cyanide
You cut my timeline
But it's still my time
‘cause I got nine lives
I need a reason, why did you go?
You ain't a nurse so you killing me slow
I'd trade it all away just for one hug
You know I’d trade it all away except for my gold
Remembering the times we used to telegram chat
Takes a real lady to tell a man that
Managing my problems like the Bill Belichick
Trying to cut me down to size but girl
I got nine lives
I need a reason why did you go
(Fed me with cyanide)
You ain’t a nurse so you killing me slow
(You cut my timeline)
I’d trade it all away just for one hug
(But it's still my time)
You know I’d trade it all away except for my gold
(‘cause I got nine lives)