[Intro]
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
(Comfort me)
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me?
(Lie for me)
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
(We don't make love songs)
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me?
(Would you)
[Verse]
No love and no wife on the road to the paper
Life's too short on the road in Ceiba
I been bumping Left Eye
I ain't try meet the maker
Grinding all my life
We just hustle to halo
Wokky in a Faygo
Bitches the payroll
Ain't no time for morals
When you tryna make the cake grow
Flour on an angel
She gon' smell off the table
In this Madd City we just felons on wait roll
County jail blues
And your pd got a case load
Post another bail take a hop
And cop your last load
PD in to chase mode
Fell in love with dollars
Had to switch that shit to pesos
Fucking that angel right there on that same table
Fell in love with dick and the hoe lost her halo
Homie fell in love with bricks
Lost head to the rayval
Falling in the floom while the devil saying hello
Fucking on this white bitch
You would think I was Othello
Ran away from death
With a stick through the meadow
Floating up the river
Still sea sick it's a party in my liver
Fucking on his bitch like I love her off the liquor
Doves never fly in winter
But birds get you fly in December
Sirens and islands will get you
A horse sent to slide on the members
A friendly reminder to niggas
The oddest design to the killers
(The Killers)
The oddest design to the killers
A friendly reminder to niggas
A horse sent to slide on the members
A whore's sent to slide on them niggas
Sirens and islands will get you
Doves known to die in December
But birds get you fly in winter
Fucking like I love her off the liquor
Floating up the river
Floating the motherfucking river
Still in that meadow
Standing with a stick
You would think I was Geppetto
(You would think I was)
Ran away from death
Now I'm floating in the river
Thinking what's a stick to the devil lil nigga
(What's a stick to the devil lil nigga)
County jail blues but your pd got a case load
(but your pd got a)
Fucking that angel right there on that same table
(Fell in love with dick and the hoe lost her halo)
Right there on that same table
In this madd city we just felons on wait roll
County jail blues and your pd got a case load
And your pd got a case load
(and your pd got a)
Hustle all my life we just grinding to halo
We just grinding to halo
Wokky in a Faygo
Bitches the payroll
She gon fuck and bring me back the money like FILAYOO
Like filayo
No love and no wife on the road to the paper
Bumping Left Eye as I ride in Ceiba
I'm just tryna fly never die like The Laker
Never die like The Laker
Pointing to the sky as I ride in Ceiba
As I ride in Ceiba
(I'm just tryna fly never die like The Laker)
[Outro]
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me?