Edgar Allan Poe'd Up
๐ต 1974 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:11 duration
๐ ID: 3068479
๐ Lyrics
My heart on my sleeve
Boom-boom-ka-boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
Stoned like a path through gardens
Green plants, nigga a botanist
Soon as I get the deposit
Loud man, liquor regardless
Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
No plan, movin' with no brain
Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
Same old cycle of trife, oh
Plan on breakin' the cycle
'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
Thank God for that body
God for this bottle
She a Coca-Cola copy
And she know Smino Papi
Gon' be feenin' for her
Head game crackin'
She a cluck with the fuck
Right now I'm on a roll
No time to butter you up
My heart on my sleeve
Boom-boom-ka-boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
So I don't really want to talk about my feeling in here
Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear
Of what?
May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and listen
And they don't even like my ass
I know, I know my bad
Big trouble in little China
She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it?
Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door
Put your pride in your lymph nodes
Know this world is so cut throat
And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't using it
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
Boom-boom-ka-boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
Stoned like a path through gardens
Green plants, nigga a botanist
Soon as I get the deposit
Loud man, liquor regardless
Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
No plan, movin' with no brain
Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
Same old cycle of trife, oh
Plan on breakin' the cycle
'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
Thank God for that body
God for this bottle
She a Coca-Cola copy
And she know Smino Papi
Gon' be feenin' for her
Head game crackin'
She a cluck with the fuck
Right now I'm on a roll
No time to butter you up
My heart on my sleeve
Boom-boom-ka-boom
Straight face when I grieve
Put the Remy on the ice
Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
The deuce, the deuce
Growed up too damn quick
Shawty sucked me, I was 9
So I don't really want to talk about my feeling in here
Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear
Of what?
May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and listen
And they don't even like my ass
I know, I know my bad
Big trouble in little China
She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it?
Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door
Put your pride in your lymph nodes
Know this world is so cut throat
And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't using it
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
The Father, The Father
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.57] My heart on my sleeve
[00:25.06] Boom-boom-ka-boom
[00:25.86] Straight face when I grieve
[00:27.41] Put the Remy on the ice
[00:28.84] Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
[00:36.02] The deuce, the deuce
[00:37.27] Growed up too damn quick
[00:39.01] Shawty sucked me, I was 9
[00:45.65] Stoned like a path through gardens
[00:47.28] Green plants, nigga a botanist
[00:48.63] Soon as I get the deposit
[00:50.19] Loud man, liquor regardless
[00:51.55] Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
[00:52.96] Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
[00:54.41] No plan, movin' with no brain
[00:55.78] Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
[00:57.47] Same old cycle of trife, oh
[00:58.79] Plan on breakin' the cycle
[01:00.21] 'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
[01:01.60] Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
[01:03.02] Thank God for that body
[01:05.29] God for this bottle
[01:06.36] She a Coca-Cola copy
[01:07.62] And she know Smino Papi
[01:09.23] Gon' be feenin' for her
[01:10.45] Head game crackin'
[01:12.21] She a cluck with the fuck
[01:13.11] Right now I'm on a roll
[01:14.64] No time to butter you up
[01:16.01] My heart on my sleeve
[01:21.94] Boom-boom-ka-boom
[01:22.72] Straight face when I grieve
[01:24.57] Put the Remy on the ice
[01:31.11] Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
[01:32.53] The deuce, the deuce
[01:34.32] Growed up too damn quick
[01:35.93] Shawty sucked me, I was 9
[01:42.61] So I don't really want to talk about my feeling in here
[01:45.14] Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
[01:48.18] Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
[01:50.30] Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear
[01:54.08] Of what?
[01:54.68] May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
[01:56.55] Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and listen
[01:59.24] And they don't even like my ass
[02:01.09] I know, I know my bad
[02:02.74] Big trouble in little China
[02:04.21] She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it?
[02:08.70] Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door
[02:11.55] Put your pride in your lymph nodes
[02:13.42] Know this world is so cut throat
[02:14.82] And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't using it
[02:18.34] Yeah, yeah
[02:22.08] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:23.95] Yeah, yeah
[02:30.58] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:31.44] Yeah, yeah
[02:32.84] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:33.70] Yeah, yeah
[02:35.00] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:36.55] Yeah, yeah
[02:37.94] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:39.41] Yeah, yeah
[02:40.73] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:42.26] Yeah, yeah
[02:43.65] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:45.15] Yeah, yeah
[02:46.40] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:47.86] Yeah, yeah
[02:49.40] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:50.89] Yeah, yeah
[02:52.26] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:53.68] Yeah, yeah
[02:56.27] The Father, The Father
[03:01.82] The Father, The Father
[03:04.32] The Father, The Father
[03:10.47]
[00:25.06] Boom-boom-ka-boom
[00:25.86] Straight face when I grieve
[00:27.41] Put the Remy on the ice
[00:28.84] Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
[00:36.02] The deuce, the deuce
[00:37.27] Growed up too damn quick
[00:39.01] Shawty sucked me, I was 9
[00:45.65] Stoned like a path through gardens
[00:47.28] Green plants, nigga a botanist
[00:48.63] Soon as I get the deposit
[00:50.19] Loud man, liquor regardless
[00:51.55] Uber to the pussy, I'm ballin'
[00:52.96] Gucci on my balls in the Balmain
[00:54.41] No plan, movin' with no brain
[00:55.78] Wonder why I'm feelin' mundane
[00:57.47] Same old cycle of trife, oh
[00:58.79] Plan on breakin' the cycle
[01:00.21] 'Til lil' shawty send me them nudes
[01:01.60] Then it's back to the titties and tight rolls
[01:03.02] Thank God for that body
[01:05.29] God for this bottle
[01:06.36] She a Coca-Cola copy
[01:07.62] And she know Smino Papi
[01:09.23] Gon' be feenin' for her
[01:10.45] Head game crackin'
[01:12.21] She a cluck with the fuck
[01:13.11] Right now I'm on a roll
[01:14.64] No time to butter you up
[01:16.01] My heart on my sleeve
[01:21.94] Boom-boom-ka-boom
[01:22.72] Straight face when I grieve
[01:24.57] Put the Remy on the ice
[01:31.11] Edgar Allan Poe'd up, lean on me
[01:32.53] The deuce, the deuce
[01:34.32] Growed up too damn quick
[01:35.93] Shawty sucked me, I was 9
[01:42.61] So I don't really want to talk about my feeling in here
[01:45.14] Any, meeny, miny mo mo mo mo whiskey to spare?
[01:48.18] Emptied my bottle now she counting her tears
[01:50.30] Said lately she been sitting on the mountain of fear
[01:54.08] Of what?
[01:54.68] May be I can't open up to yo inquisitions
[01:56.55] Talking bout your people's and expect me to sit and listen
[01:59.24] And they don't even like my ass
[02:01.09] I know, I know my bad
[02:02.74] Big trouble in little China
[02:04.21] She say can't even kill a nigga wit kindness, heart lost on mixtape, dammit where did you find it?
[02:08.70] Opportunities knocking, walk you ass thru that front door
[02:11.55] Put your pride in your lymph nodes
[02:13.42] Know this world is so cut throat
[02:14.82] And a heart don't mean shit if you ain't using it
[02:18.34] Yeah, yeah
[02:22.08] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:23.95] Yeah, yeah
[02:30.58] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:31.44] Yeah, yeah
[02:32.84] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:33.70] Yeah, yeah
[02:35.00] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:36.55] Yeah, yeah
[02:37.94] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:39.41] Yeah, yeah
[02:40.73] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:42.26] Yeah, yeah
[02:43.65] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:45.15] Yeah, yeah
[02:46.40] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:47.86] Yeah, yeah
[02:49.40] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:50.89] Yeah, yeah
[02:52.26] (Yeah, yeah)
[02:53.68] Yeah, yeah
[02:56.27] The Father, The Father
[03:01.82] The Father, The Father
[03:04.32] The Father, The Father
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