Someone said this beat is hiphop Those other bastards just sell emotions and that’s fake man Maybe if I do it, I wouldn’t do it like that Because hiphop was macho to begin with I’m gonna erase the song cry from my iPhone
young hot yellow Listen up, I’m 22 years old That means I’m at an age to dream There’s a lot I can do so each minute and second is precious Unlike you, I love and respect myself If I wanna listen to music, I go to the club I pick what I wanna wear today […]
Sometimes, I get annoyed without even knowing But my feelings for you haven’t changed Maybe I’m the weird one, I thought As I struggled by myself While tossing and turning alone in an empty room The TV plays reruns of yesterday’s drama As I hold my phone that doesn’t ring until I sleep