Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eleven 11: / 11 , by - Rob Curly. Release date: 10.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eleven 11: / 11 |
| She don’t know why that she love me, she say she attached |
| Hanging right up in my face and calling me back when I don’t call her back |
| Asking me questions like I’m gonna crack |
| Passive aggressive whenever we chat |
| I got the message that she was a blessing the second she said that she not |
| coming back |
| Memories flash, sharing a blunt and a bath, listen and loving her laugh |
| She say «I hate you» and I get offended, but I always wondered if she ever |
| meant it |
| I wanna tell her that I could be different but then Ima wonder if I even meant |
| it |
| Maybe I’ll mention that I’ll do the dishes and maybe she’ll mention that she |
| miss me too |
| I got the green but they comes with the blues |
| Smoking the green to get rid of the blues |
| Making me choose, lately you making me choose between music and being with you |
| I got the anger and I got the yelling and I got the stories from being with you, |
| true |
| I think I made a mistake |
| I think we actually would have been great |
| We probably never would ever have parted |
| I think I’m probably fucking with fate |
| Give me a break |
| I did the best that I could with the hardest decision to make |
| I could be faithful and give up my vision or I could be single and I could be |
| great, great, great |
| Alright, alright |
| Alright, alright |
| Alright, alright |
| Pussy is pussy my nigga, it comes and it goes |
| So focus on getting some money and stop being thirsty and chasing the hoes |
| She on the pole but she don’t even vote |
| Damn it I’m good like I’m really the pope |
| Give me the dope like I asked you to roll and you hand me myself |
| Man I know how it goes |
| Stereotypical women are difficult |
| Throwing subliminals at every interval |
| Making demands that are hardly amenable |
| That’s what you deal with when she is a centerfold |
| I got the mixer and I got the chemicals |
| Tryna make chemistry using my syllables |
| I’m unavailable, heart unavailable |
| Maybe I’m single and maybe I’m hatable |
| She say she hate me but love when I rhyme |
| Ask me to stay but I don’t got the time |
| She was devine, shorty was outta her mind |
| Calling and texing my line |
| I wish that she’d just have a talk with a reverend |
| I wish I wish |
| Money ain’t right |
| I wish I wish |
| I wish I wish |
| Money ain’t right but everything’s alright |
| I’m doing alright |
| We doing alright |
| You doing alright |
| But we wanna do better |
| I wish I wish |
| I wish I wish |
| I wish I wish |
| I wish I wish |
| This… is paradise. |
| Relax |
| And there she goes |
| Moving on with Mr. Wrong |
| Guess I really need Myspace |
| Guess I should have stuck with Tom |
| Slippers on, camos on, yes I got my sleeveless on |
| Wear my heart up on my sleeve |
| Guess my heart is not involved |
| Mystery, not solved |
| Why she left and never called |
| Trip on love but never fall |
| I never fall |