Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jaded , by - Angelo Mota. Song from the album When All Is Said and Done, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jaded |
| I don’t like naps, I don’t like songs, I don’t like raps, I don’t like gaps |
| Unless it’s dental, I’m detrimental, I don’t like that |
| I don’t like songs, I don’t like psalms, I don’t like warm |
| I don’t like dogs, I don’t like cats, I don’t like lies, I don’t like fact |
| I cosign that, I won’t sign (wait) |
| I don’t mind that, I know my (place) |
| I know this game, I know her (face) |
| I won’t write back and go right back to show my back |
| I close my eyes and I get stabbed, I don’t like naps |
| If I don’t smoke, I get depressed |
| I do smoke, I stay in bed |
| Don’t go outside, it’s dangerous |
| I stay inside, it’s dangerous |
| Yo momma white so you ain’t black |
| Yo dad ain’t white so you ain’t that |
| The family tried to bring him back |
| Both sides never match |
| I talk about it, scare 'em off |
| I keep it in, it’s all my fault |
| I keep it real, they hate my guts |
| I fake the funk, they write me off |
| Do the limit, pull me over |
| Use my blinkers, pull me over |
| Too much thinking, pull me over |
| Don’t do drinking, pull me over |
| I bite my tongue, I’m soft as fuck |
| I call him out, he grab his gun |
| I tweet too much, I’m oversharing |
| Throw my phone and not a care, and |
| Lonelieless and suicide |
| Too in tune to tune it out |
| Don’t ask for help, you showing weakness |
| Too depressed to do it now |
| If I can’t swim then I’m prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die |
| (Use to give a fuck and now I’m jaded, jaded) |
| If I can’t swim then I’m prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die |
| (I'm exactly who you made me, jaded) |
| If I can’t swim then I’m prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die |
| (This exaclty what you gave me, jaded, jaded) |
| If I can’t swim then I’m prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die, prolly gon' die |
| I called your phone just to leave you this message |
| I’m off a few and I don’t feel like texting |
| Lately, all the crazy shit coming my way made me wanna go and act all crazy |
| 'cos that’s what you named me, I guess |
| Symptoms, I think of a way for you to listen |
| Nigga, your voicemail gay as shit, nigga |
| Ay, first of all, first of all, niggas don’t want these ra- |
| Give these niggas these songs, man |
| I need to get in my feels, nigga |
| I need these feelings, give me these vibes, nigga |
| Be the provider of the vibes, nigga |
| Change your voicemail 'cos that shit gay |