Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song JOAN OF ARC , by - Night Lovell. Release date: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
JOAN OF ARC |
| You ain’t talk back, like |
| You’ll see |
| Yeah, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy |
| Fatality |
| Tell me that she wanna ride me through the night then call me back |
| I like how she riding 'cause she take that shit all in that bag |
| I got bands in my pants and I’m dancing |
| I’m like man, you a fan, why you snapping? |
| Numb the pain, so I’m like, baby, you my novocaine |
| I don’t even know you, swear to God, bitch, how you know my name? |
| I’m like damn, why you mad? |
| I’m the god, nigga |
| I’m so sorry, check that shawty, she’s a gold digger |
| I don’t give a fuck, never cleaning up |
| Bitch, my blood is mud, never clean it up |
| Enter the Chamber of Love, set it on fire and run |
| Bitch, I’m a slut when it come to the drugs |
| I was sent here to get fucked up and then die |
| You don’t want me, bitch, and if you say you do, then you’re lyin' |
| I ain’t a socialite, I’m staying home tonight |
| Maybe another night, shawty give me dome, I’m high |
| Never thinking with a sober mind |
| So I might guess that she left me for the same reason she loved me |
| Stole her fucking pills and now she don’t trust me |
| Slapped me 'cross my face, she said, «Ruby, you disgusting» |
| Baby girl, I got money, ain’t no need for discussing |
| Told me never call her back and I don’t think she bluffin' |
| That she wanna ride me through the night then call me back |
| I like how she riding 'cause she take that shit all in that bag |
| I got bands in my pants and I’m dancing |
| I’m like man, you a fan, why you snapping? |
| Numb the pain, so I’m like, baby, you my novocaine |
| I don’t even know you, swear to God, bitch, how you know my name? |
| I’m like damn, why you mad? |
| I’m the god, nigga |
| I’m so sorry, check that shawty… (Yeah, yeah) |
| Cradle to the gray, I cradle in my grave |
| Flickin' ash, brain on drugs, I can’t get no peace of mind |
| I can’t lie it fucking hurts, I was designed to shine |
| Now I’m popping bars 'til my brain fogs, drop like a phone line |
| Don’t speak, we just squeeze, bitch on her knees |
| Help me put my mind at ease, begging to God, I don’t believe |
| Give me relief, on this grief |
| No sleep, I can’t eat |
| Light getting dimmer and dimmer |
| Call me selfish, blow my brains out, now I’m gone forever |