Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wilted, artist - Şevin. Album song From the Park to the Palace, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Wilted |
Yeah |
Ay |
Her momma was a addict |
Daddy was the loser type |
She was still illuminscent |
Baby girl was super bright |
But one day her flesh and blood got too aggressive |
And molested her |
To cope with the depression |
Started tootin' white |
Poppin pills with a eating disorder |
Got super light |
Sick huggin a toilet all through the night |
Went from being as timid as a bird that was new to flight |
To showing too much cleavage |
With dresses that’s super tight |
Sexually confused almost turned into a dike |
But being a lesbian was too much |
Man she knew that wasn’t right |
Started partying and hangin with dancers |
Taking dangerous chances |
Looking to Bacardi for answers to soothe her plight |
She feels abandoned and she’s wanting a man |
But her daddy ain’t never set a good standard |
To choose 'em right |
Yeah |
So she gets with the scandalous abusive type that go wild |
And treat her as vile as a sewer pipe, yeah |
She keeps praying prince charming will come |
So she don’t have to fear the things that he is guarding her from |
But she don’t realize her heart has become hardened and numb |
And how a weed could choke the life out of a garden this young |
Ha, in steps the king weary from battle |
Who does his best |
To make sure his love is much more than babble |
But he is wounded from war |
And she has wounds from before |
So they’re gardens without bloom or a spore |
Uh |
And she don’t understand how valuable she is |
Spent so much time wanting to die she won’t allow herself to live |
And he tried to fill her up but was left with a open space |
He spilled love into her cup but I guess it’s a broken vase |
And I know she tried to love the king the best that she can |
But it seems she can trust anything unless it’s a man |
And he tried to be her savior but all she needs is Jesus |
Cuz her heart is now a jigsaw with all these missing pieces |
Life is like a bed of wilted roses |
With no petals on the vine |
And the heart’s an open wound that never closes |
And it hardens over time |
Life is like a bed of wilted roses |
With no petals on the vine |
And the heart’s an open wound that never closes |
And it hardens over time |
Lil dad grew up in the pad without a pops |
Get mad sad start the crying momma tell him stop |
Being bad as he would watch |
Another man come to the spot |
Leave a hour on the dot |
Didn’t understand she’s on the clock |
Listen |
Now he’s older with a selfish scheme |
Looking for a woman with no self esteem |
Easier to sell a dream |
Never knew the hell he’d bring |
Just a thug |
But inside he wants love |
He’s a helpless fiend |
He found his own co dependently dimension mom |
She’d break down he ask her what you need attention for |
Then he told her don’t make a sound |
Beat her with extension cords |
Shakin' like she cold |
Screamin wishin someone sent the law |
Cried herself to sleep |
He wondered what it be like |
If he was a husband and she was a wife |
But he never knew that life |
Someone told him bout Christ |
If he gave him all he had left he would make it right |
Started feelin' strange |
Hit his knees screamin' Jesus name |
Please heal this pain yes |
And take this heart of shame |
One hundred need change |
No more evil games |
I don’t want to die in hell and fry in flames |
Life is like a bed of wilted roses |
With no petals on the vine |
And the heart’s an open wound that never closes |
And it hardens over time |
Life is like a bed of wilted roses |
With no petals on the vine |
And the heart’s an open wound that never closes |
And it hardens over time |