Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Shoes , by - Mark BattlesRelease date: 26.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Shoes |
| I remember nights was hard to defend a fight |
| Everybody feasting Jesus, can I get a slice |
| I left alone I hope you find Mr. Right |
| I’d never hit a girl but my sister might |
| Let me relax it’s just the anger talking |
| Last night I had a dream I see an angel walking |
| Went up to him shook his hand said I don’t thank you often |
| For the lessons, and the blessings, got so many questions |
| I want to know if this the new beginning |
| If you’re unaware of your mistakes is it truly sinning |
| I got a girl at home why am I going through these women |
| Open the door to more punches than a juice convention |
| Screaming and scratching over standing my actions |
| All this madness, I don’t know what’s wrong with me |
| I’m like a rich girl purse got a lil dog in me |
| I’m tryna focus on what matters |
| Pissing on these rappers like I got a bad bladder |
| Capture different meanings with these rap daggers |
| Little back patters, nothing but some back stabbers |
| Don’t trust them if they say that only cash matters |
| My friends say I’m the best in rap argument |
| Bars and stuck up chicks cus they hard to get |
| Market sick fade you quicker than some barber clips |
| So fly I gotta marry me a martian chick |
| I’m walking on the sky who can I party with |
| Party slips, most screw days I hardly win |
| Mobbin' through the city with my crew beside me |
| Loyal to the soil so we really ridin' |
| My album drops this fall I hope you go and cop it |
| Tryna get more sells then a human body, I keep it real |
| I don’t appeal to the phony ones |
| I gave out 7 tapes free I think you owe me one |
| Show me some |
| All the places I’ve been |
| All the people I see |
| You think you wanna be me |
| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Don’t wanna walk around in my shoes |
| All these bitches in my rear view |
| Weed foggy mirror clear view |
| I see you but I dont feel you |
| Cus I never met the real you |
| Only the pretend you |
| You got no clue what I’ve been through |
| That friendship that you offering isn’t true |
| A partnership would not be beneficial |
| To neither of us, we them hustlers |
| Y’all them suckers, can’t do y’all until we done us |
| Comfy in that Chevy box kleenex tissue |
| Couldn’t walk to the mailbox in my slippers, nigga |