Letra de Test 11 - Pardyalone

Burn, burn

Burn, burn

Burn, burn

Tired and fuck these hoes

That’s why i skipped out

Switched routes, dropped out of school

You bitch made fake jewels truth

Hide your bitch before I take her too

Lake grown with a bag of boof

Lake grown I ain’t got a roof

Kill myself what I got to lose

Kill myself what I got to lose

Been on my own so I do what I wanna

That’s not what I mean

I don’t want a girl that just smoke on the ganja

That’s not what I need

I been an angel no devil in prada

That’s not in my dreams

Think I been a problem

You know what I

You know what I mean (Ooh)

I been looking for the ghost that killed the past (Me)

I kinda hate myself I can’t run from it

I’m done

Done, done, done, done

Yea, yea, yea, yea

Yea

Tired of feeling like I owe you something

Trust me trust nothing

Trust me love nothing

Trust me trust none

Yea

Trust me trust none

Yea

Trust me trust none

Trust me trust none

Trust me trust none

Trust me trust none

Trust me trust nothing

Judge me judge nothing

Judge me judge nothing

Judge me judge nothing

Judge me judge nothing

Judge me judge nothing

Judge me judge nothing

Judge me judge

Judge me judge

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