Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Serenade, artist - Mickey Factz. Album song Rare Freestyles & Unearthed Works Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2018
Record label: Museum Mick
Song language: English
Serenade |
It’s Mickey |
As I toast the… |
I hit the ghost the modern gay |
So for the sex six minutes |
All you’re gonna hear is the spirit in my lyrics |
Was going on PK, left my label they unchained django |
Tryin to out fox me, bad boy locks me But NY you love taught me about proxes |
Reborn Martin Luther, I’m in a new position don’t need Kama Sutras |
Stylish for my ex, I let kama sutra, |
I stop looking for when I thought about my future |
Passive artist with the passions |
Sculpt them when it come to clay I’m catious |
Vulture, when it’s time to pray I’ma… culture, |
What it is today outlandish, |
Mister Fantastic, deep the fashion and wipe through the refabric, |
Polo bricks red on the king size magic, |
So every night I can dream about passion, |
Love when I ran about your city, |
Stand by Mickey if you can’t find Diddy, |
They say I’m lazy, a catalog full of… bite like a vampire beta me Wow, wow, wow, hold it I come pour it and I barely even show it, |
Lengs then is you and me, my view so I wrote it, |
I do it for my mama, but I don’t think she know it, |
Dick bad and I speak flare, the achievement is coming out this year |
Let the worlds penetrate through |
Love at first sound… |
Smile the pain through |
You cry and they ain’t you |
Time will make you |
Fine, thank you. |
Smile the pain through |
You cry and they ain’t you |
Time will make you |
Fine, thank you. |
Young man from the ghetto, wife you pray go Real life get go, she wanted this… he wanna settle |
Making up this wings… that ring black and yellow, |
This a little job payin on the bills, |
Saving for a house and praying for a mill, |
Waiting for a one KA, south side of Chicago that’s where you stay at, |
South side of Chicago that’s where they spray at, |
He tryin to be out 'cause he don’t really play that, |
Good man with a good plan, shook pants with the jewelry |
And put grants into the rimmy… get to one, |
This is a dream he thought for his future, |
Imagine family… but nothing to compare for, what’s about the habit |
Wife you text them, head to market, pick up the orange |
Ice cream I’m starving, pack of chicken legs |
Plus the milk… and for the last time please don’t get the mandarin |
He wrote back baby don’t worry, she replied hurry |
I wanna cook curry, he got of the grocery and jumped in his Hummer |
And then half way home, he forgot the butter |
Turn back around bought that the donuts and just to surprise her |
He even got roses, head it back home, and stopped that the light |
And shots started going through his car as a post, |
Oh shit, died, notified his girlfriend she cried, |
Blood on his flowers baby got, now was one chance to be happy is shot |
Smile the pain through |
You cry and they ain’t you |
Time will make you |
Fine, thank you. |
Smile the pain through |
You cry and they ain’t you |
Time will make you |
Fine, thank you |