Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jail Brain, artist - M1llionz. Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Jail Brain |
| Nice watch |
| More than the car’s worth |
| What are you, a rapper? |
| Suttin' like that |
| (Rah, it’s BKay, unah) |
| (Pipe it up, PJ) |
| Yo, yo |
| I don’t know what it is, but this one’s different |
| I can’t lie, she just does something to me (I don’t know) |
| I swear them cells were hundred degrees |
| Now I’m road, babe said, «You coming for me» |
| No love left, my heart’s running on E |
| This relationship might be trouble for me |
| She’s rubbing my hair while I’m falling asleep |
| I don’t wanna go out, I’m stuck in the streets |
| Ain’t left my pad for 48 hours |
| I dunno why these screws ain’t letting me out |
| All I’m thinking 'bout is you |
| And that when I touch I’ll be sttling down (True) |
| She said, «I know it’s the thought that counts |
| But, bab, when you’re out you’re never about» (I'm trapping) |
| I know it don’t make sense |
| But I’m only doing wrong to better myself (Real talk) |
| All them times on the blue phone, it done that beep |
| I know your heart would sink |
| Only got half a bar on the tizz |
| I’m pissed off that this rarj don’t fit (Stress) |
| I never tell you my release date |
| I just turn up like, «Hello! |
| Surprise!» |
| (I'm home) |
| Ay, baby girl, don’t cry |
| All that water’s gonna ruin your eyes |
| I was 12 years old in the flats with my knife |
| I weren’t even trapping, just tryna survive (Bow!) |
| Nothing ain’t dead, but I try |
| I owe that to all my niggas that’s died (Woosh) |
| Girl, where you wanna go? |
| We can fly |
| As long as I got a soldier on my line |
| The way you look back when I hit it from behind |
| One hand on your neck, one hand on your spine |
| VO’s on the weekend |
| You fill up the table, crisps and sweets |
| Them man that said that they had me |
| I ain’t even heard from them niggas in weeks (Pussies) |
| Or matter of fact, my whole bird |
| They ain’t even wrote or sent no P’s |
| It’s crazy because I do a lot of shit for niggas |
| Inside and out them streets |
| You know how it goes when you first get bagged |
| Everyone’s upset and putting up throwbacks |
| These times I can’t sleep at night |
| But you ain’t checked in, so you wouldn’t even know that |
| This little slag off the ends had the cheek to write me |
| And say she want some closure |
| More time I wanna go off the rails |
| But I just kick back and hold composure |
| Green sheets and orange blankets |
| Why you think my back’s filled up with marks |
| But it’s the trauma I see with my eyes |
| Anything physical I can heal them scars |
| I got bagged in this hot Range Rover |
| The judge try say I was stealing cars |
| He thinks he’s got it all figured |
| But really he don’t even know the half |
| You’re probably wondering why I ain’t called |
| I’m just going through shit that I can’t explain |
| I’m with a battle with my mind every day |
| Where I feel caged in and I can’t escape (Okay) |
| Where I’m from you gotta have the coldest heart |
| To survive in the warmest place |
| But right now I got you and that’s all I need |
| So I can’t complain |
| You ever been ghost on a visit |
| Paranoid thinking that everyone’s laughing |
| On the way back to the wing to banged up |
| Pissed cah I was just braffin |
| First couple days no canteen |
| Default meals from servery, starving (Stress) |
| Night staff tryna creep 'round |
| Signal detectors can hear them marching (Dickheads) |
| I ain’t ever been good at phone sex |
| Dunno what to say, I just wanna fuck |
| I got all your pics on my wall |
| My pad-mate laughs and says I’m in love |
| Do I sound less of a man |
| If I say that sometimes I say I just want a hug |
| Sometimes I take you for granted |
| Having you at home when I’m trapped in the jug |
| Ahh shit your pussy so good |
| I get mad at niggas that you spoke to before me |
| I know it ain’t just lust 'cause we can still chill |
| Even when I ain’t horny |
| Makes me laugh when I see girls in my DMs |
| Twelve months ago they woulda ignored me |
| But no one can’t take your place |
| I was flat on my face, you was right there, shorty |
| I told you I’ma show you the world |
| You always respond, «That's the jail brain talking» |
| I can’t cap, my life’s too real |
| I gotta go sleep with my sim in my foreskin |
| Flashbacks to when I had your legs shaking |
| Now you got a temporary limp when you’re walking |
| Or the real intense late sessions |
| When I had you on the floor all crawling |
| I don’t know what it is, but this one’s different |
| I can’t lie, she just does something to me |
| I swear them cells were hundred degrees |
| Now I’m road, babe said, «You coming for me» (Rah, it’s BKay, unah) |
| No love left, my heart’s running on E |
| This relationship might be trouble for me |
| Rubbing my hair while I’m falling asleep |
| I don’t wanna go out, I’m stuck in the streets |