Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Shoes, artist - Mark Battles
Date of issue: 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 |