Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Again, artist - ¡MAYDAY!. Album song Mursday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.06.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
You Again |
| I know what I know I can’t pretend it ain’t been long |
| And now I’m here to tell you I was wrong |
| There’s violence in your silence and I’m tired of it all |
| Tonight I’m 'bout to make you scream in awe |
| Scream and jump for the people |
| Stuck and don’t live it up no more |
| We been up and yes we been stuck ground floor |
| Had to take a climb had to lose my mind just so I could finally break the trend |
| And just get back to fucking you again |
| Well Hello love |
| If you been wondering to why we ain’t been talking it’s been minutes but I’d |
| love |
| Just to let you know that nobody is fucking with ya you were like a drug |
| Fuck the silly shit I just wanna get rid of it and get into an ummn |
| I don’t really know how to say this without being offensive |
| I’mma kill being apprehensive |
| And grab your senses with a bag of tensions |
| My bad for mentioning the rash intentions |
| But I gotta let you ask your questions |
| I don’t really know why it’s been so long, what the fuck went wrong |
| It was something strong we |
| Should bury the hatchet and just marry the racket and let the bygones just be |
| bygones |
| Wrong is nothing but a state of mind |
| I see your girls talk shit but they the hating kind |
| Fake and blind it’s safe to relay that I’m another mother fucker they just |
| wanna take in time |
| Come around and get that old thing back I’ll be happy to make ya smile like the |
| cole king nat |
| Never letting ya get through me like a cul-de-sac |
| So stop and imma show where the souls been at |
| Uh, Suicide Girl, you’re my bad bitch |
| Fell in lust with the madness |
| You’re the Goose to my Maverick |
| Had to lock it down quick |
| Had to get rid of the cheap magic tricks |
| I was a hustler, you were opposite |
| Rock with this, let me get this off my chest |
| Gotta clean this mess, add bleach to the stress |
| Maybe I’m crazy, but we the best |
| Find me no less, in a tiny dress |
| Knife in the purse, Glock in the bed |
| Still fell for a young knucklehead |
| Probably is blessed, so I make a fresh attempt |
| Let me turn it up once again |
| (Word) Let me burn it up at both ends |
| (Yeah) Let me get it close with my lens |
| (Woo) Let me try to heighten all sense |
| With no test, no game, I ain’t tryna play offense |
| I’m a new man, brand new me |
| Look like money, but to you, I’m free |
| But I’m dodging reality, can’t you see? |
| So let’s try to live a fantasy |
| Ghetto Gothik so exotic |
| Pre apocalyptic beauty |
| Hypnotic Quixotic |
| Girl look at what you done did to me |
| Got me up late on Snapchat |
| Titties fake but her ass fat |
| Got a chair full like to get her hair pulled |
| Would’ve been a damn fool not to smash that |
| Grab that like I’m starvin' for it |
| Make a straight bitch gay like Marvin for it |
| Hurt like Percy Harvin for it |
| Got a full beard like James Harden for it |
| Tickle lil' bit when you ride my face |
| Kiss a lil' bit say you like the taste |
| Been a lil' while since I seen your face |
| Like it wasn’t no good but that ain’t the case |
| Say you mad at me (Why you mad?) |
| Like you don’t miss miss me |
| That’s just bad acting |
| I know what’s happenin' |
| You got a new man and it’s just not crackin' |
| Subtract him send him packin' |
| It’s wrap then you let me back in |
| Hear this song, yeah we so wrong |
| But you know that we’re right where we belong |