Issue No 121 Black Swan Lyrics
Black Swan by Issue No. 121
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on that
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on the pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Now she on the pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
All these men love her so they pop her on the ass
She wake up in morning she still gotta get to class
So it's just sunglasses and Advil
Say she hate math but that math makes sense
And sense make dollars and dollars pay rent
'Cause Brenda got that late text saying she was latex
Told her main man and that man just skated
Now Brenda got a baby
She'll be fucking damned if she ever trust man
Less he had a trust fund and the money's in her hand
Not saying her daddy's was less of a man
But the example that he left just fell way short
So the pictures on the mantle didn't paint a perfect picture of why she hate all men for
So all her pain and her tears in that tip jar
But we judge her 'cause she shows her tits off
And her slips on get slipped off
She just coping with the pain and the shame
She leave scratches on they back to help shoulder the blame
Now she popping these pills
Looking for the feeling that her daddy never gave her
So she up club drinking straight, no chaser
She just not tryna remember all these faces one way another
If it ain't a man then money gonna love her
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on that
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on the pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Daddy was never home
And neither was the sense of it
Since she was little she been tryna make some sense of it
But fuck it
'Cause daddy used to dry tears with dollar bills
Now this room full of daddies here, will never care
They just wanna see her ass
She just do it for the cash
And for the round of applause
That's the only sense of love
They won't love her for flaws
'Cause no man wanna hear them stories 'bout this daddy
And she can even say this happened all before we dated
So she rather stay alone
But the stress and the depression impedes
She just want a man on one but they want her on both knees
Hoe, please, love is drug
We just all tryna function
She just wanna fix but she tired of these niggas fronting
Do you really love me
Or are we just fucking?
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
Do you really love me
Or are we just fucking?
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Now she on that pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on that
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on the pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Now she on the pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
All these men love her so they pop her on the ass
She wake up in morning she still gotta get to class
So it's just sunglasses and Advil
Say she hate math but that math makes sense
And sense make dollars and dollars pay rent
'Cause Brenda got that late text saying she was latex
Told her main man and that man just skated
Now Brenda got a baby
She'll be fucking damned if she ever trust man
Less he had a trust fund and the money's in her hand
Not saying her daddy's was less of a man
But the example that he left just fell way short
So the pictures on the mantle didn't paint a perfect picture of why she hate all men for
So all her pain and her tears in that tip jar
But we judge her 'cause she shows her tits off
And her slips on get slipped off
She just coping with the pain and the shame
She leave scratches on they back to help shoulder the blame
Now she popping these pills
Looking for the feeling that her daddy never gave her
So she up club drinking straight, no chaser
She just not tryna remember all these faces one way another
If it ain't a man then money gonna love her
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on that
Pain
Pour one up for her pain
Sooner or later she'll think
She don't really ever need that drink
Now she on the pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Daddy was never home
And neither was the sense of it
Since she was little she been tryna make some sense of it
But fuck it
'Cause daddy used to dry tears with dollar bills
Now this room full of daddies here, will never care
They just wanna see her ass
She just do it for the cash
And for the round of applause
That's the only sense of love
They won't love her for flaws
'Cause no man wanna hear them stories 'bout this daddy
And she can even say this happened all before we dated
So she rather stay alone
But the stress and the depression impedes
She just want a man on one but they want her on both knees
Hoe, please, love is drug
We just all tryna function
She just wanna fix but she tired of these niggas fronting
Do you really love me
Or are we just fucking?
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
Do you really love me
Or are we just fucking?
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
I don't really trust them
And the friends that you say they are
I don't really trust them
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold
Now she on that pole
Daddy's lil' girl done sold her soul
Slave to world
But daddy don't know
And what daddy don't know
Won't turn his heart cold