Issue No 115 Divine Contradiction Lyrics
Divine Contradiction by Issue No. 115
You sing to me a little, we fuck, not even a sound
That pussy drive me crazy, got me going out of control
I'm tryna get composure, let me hit the liquor store
You fuck me the way you supposed to, got to grab me a couple more of those
Prophylactics, you know here's a nigga's tactics
Before you it was all practice, nothing I ever felt attached with
A few ratchets, a couple of them suburban things
And honest to God I can't remember half of their names
But that juice box made me wanna sing, man
Fuck around and hit Steven James and cop your ass a frame
9/11, copped better portions, take you off of that Porsche
Then speed by them hoes who ain't fucked with me before
Saying a nigga's too fatty and he never hit the line back
When that pressy shine they fall in line and they all wanna backtrack
Apologizing for what? It's all love, girl, it's the truth
I wish happiness and prosperity to you and that new goof while I
Dream about world tours, dream of marble floors
Caviar and Don P with views at ocean floors
Champagne gets poured on private jets, that's all
I dream just like you, tell me all about yours
I dream just like you, tell me all about yours
I dream just like you, tell me all about yours
Then passing and swerve, never to ask 'em yeah, what's the word
Animosity brewing, it comes from those closest I learned
Their futures will burn so I'm sipping a toast for the few
At the end of the road that chose to keep that loyalty close
Gold chains on their neck for mutual respect
Cooking mills for my momma, 11 medicine parking next
Cash change, a reality check, ulterior motives get what?
Motor now running, opponents get flexed
The concept is simple, stay down
Stay down, stay down
I ride around with your heart all in my pocket
You text message your friends, late night conversations obnoxious
You bad mouth my existence, the fuck else for you to do?
The truth is I'm vindictive but that remains restrictive for ever
That pussy drive me crazy, got me going out of control
I'm tryna get composure, let me hit the liquor store
You fuck me the way you supposed to, got to grab me a couple more of those
Prophylactics, you know here's a nigga's tactics
Before you it was all practice, nothing I ever felt attached with
A few ratchets, a couple of them suburban things
And honest to God I can't remember half of their names
But that juice box made me wanna sing, man
Fuck around and hit Steven James and cop your ass a frame
9/11, copped better portions, take you off of that Porsche
Then speed by them hoes who ain't fucked with me before
Saying a nigga's too fatty and he never hit the line back
When that pressy shine they fall in line and they all wanna backtrack
Apologizing for what? It's all love, girl, it's the truth
I wish happiness and prosperity to you and that new goof while I
Dream about world tours, dream of marble floors
Caviar and Don P with views at ocean floors
Champagne gets poured on private jets, that's all
I dream just like you, tell me all about yours
I dream just like you, tell me all about yours
I dream just like you, tell me all about yours
Then passing and swerve, never to ask 'em yeah, what's the word
Animosity brewing, it comes from those closest I learned
Their futures will burn so I'm sipping a toast for the few
At the end of the road that chose to keep that loyalty close
Gold chains on their neck for mutual respect
Cooking mills for my momma, 11 medicine parking next
Cash change, a reality check, ulterior motives get what?
Motor now running, opponents get flexed
The concept is simple, stay down
Stay down, stay down
I ride around with your heart all in my pocket
You text message your friends, late night conversations obnoxious
You bad mouth my existence, the fuck else for you to do?
The truth is I'm vindictive but that remains restrictive for ever