Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Day I Met You, artist - Belly. Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Day I Met You |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you |
| (forget you, forget you) |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |
| Hunnid niggas standin' outside, screamin' «Redrum!» |
| Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |
| Redrum, redrum |
| Man they say the money talkin', you ain’t said none |
| I’ma stack a hunnid million for the feds come |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |
| Right wing, left wing, house got a right wing, left wing |
| Is my ex 'ting, texting, my next 'ting? |
| With your bitch face resting, I just think |
| Maybe you was never nothing but a slide through |
| I know you never loved me, even though you tried to |
| 'Member way back when I missed the days back then |
| I went to school high, never went to high school |
| Drug diet, drug diet, we had chemistry baby, I love science |
| The love dying, the love dying, sippin' purple rain 'tilI hear the doves cry |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you |
| (forget you, forget you) |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |
| Hunnid niggas standin' outside, screamin' «Redrum!» |
| Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |
| I remember when my doors closed, and the crib got foreclosed |
| Now I’m like fuck a wardrobe, this whole winter I just wore robes |
| Diamonds looking like it’s morse code, hit you in your torso see your whole soul |
| Mixin' lean up in the orange soda, bitch I think I might just need a organ donor |
| Yeah I remember trappin' on the motorola |
| On the dolo, on the dolo |
| Feds' trynna flick a photo |
| On the low the fish tailin' in a new four door |
| In the new four door, fish tailin' in a new four door |
| With a couple hoes, two bad one ugly like total |
| God damn I got it! |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| Fuck the day that I met you |
| I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you |
| (forget you, forget you) |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |
| Hunnid niggas standin' outside, screamin' «Redrum!» |
| Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come |
| Mama told me you could catch a bird with a breadcrumb |