Don't Matter

Isaiah Rashad

专辑：The Sun's Tirade

歌词

Fake, fake, fake, feel me

(Hey)

Fake, fake

(Hey)

Fake, fake, fake, fake

(Hey, hey)

My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good?

It's a number 3, buckle up

Got to the scene it was bonafide pocket book

And cause you hide all my secrets from that bitch

They keep callin' your phone, I know he hate it

But the comet go

Keep us in tune and my h**ker got another show

I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back

With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw

Like God and his kids

I know you hate us but it's nothin' else

They told me that I had to see it for my ****ing self

And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize

That I had all them traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet

So don't you take me to the preacher

Cause I might testify ay

Baby today

I might testify someday

Get it on my way

And I'm just a boy

Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, ma*turbate

Alright pimps, hoes, haha, yeah

And I ain't done with your mouth

Say that as good as a number 3

Want some more, you got away with the tongue in cheek

Never seen, I know the code to your body

And the road to the vision is all communication

And we bust a nut

I left a stain in your inner part

You let it grow

I know the words to your favorite and your everything

But I don't have time for you baby

I am all for the profit, I'm past my self-destruction

But you bring it back

I got a line for you waitin' in my Cadillac

Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common fiend

You said you read to the fire

It was good with the preacher and all the congregation

Would you testify?

I guess he at it again like

Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready

Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, ma*turbate

Alright pimps, hoes, pimps, pimps, pimps, ah

Huh, huh, huh

Everybody's invited

Everybody