- Miraa May Angles 歌詞
- Miraa May
- Conversations, I've been waiting to have 'em
Tryna change the way I speak
So that they don't feel so challenged
Can you see the inconsistency?
Come feel the imbalance
I can tell you either way,
Yeah, all that ****'s a distraction
I can tell you either way,
Yeah, all that ****'s a distraction
They have no compassion, they're following fashion
Yeah, I'm not involved, take me out of the caption
Don't fit in a box, I fit in a mansion
Can you imagine?
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
Wake up in the morning, money's on my mind
Yeah, I keep on yawning '
Cause I'm tired from the high
I' ve been doing this all week,
I ain't even had no sleep
Mama's out here calling me
Like, 'Amira, that bill is due next week'
Thinking, what am I gonna do?
Think it's cool but it just won't do
Considering things that I won't ever do
My mind's racing, sending rockets to the moon
Now I'm chasing rockers to the moon
Chasing cloud nine too soon everyday
But I'ma watch them fade away, so sad
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting , always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
I want no name, no fame
No chain, on my wrist, no watch, no bangle
Don't want a pic, nah fam, I'm a shambles
Don't want shots like a roman candle
That stress there, man can 't handle
Afew real friends, yeah, just a handful
That disappear, don't care
Reappear out the mist, yeah, like still bangles
Yeah, I don't care
When they need me I 'm always there
When I need them, they're live on set
When I need them, they're live
So big them up
When I was broke, they picked man up
You're on smoke
Don't fizz man up for no joke
They'll kick man up
Run out door style, fix man up
I said
You don' t know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
(always for the gram, yeah
Always for the gram
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain' t got the cam)
You don't know my angles, you ain't got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
You don't know my angles, you ain' t got the cam
Tryna do a mad ting, always for the gram
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