Khary Durgans - Drowning lyrics

rate me

This is for my niggers

Getting down on a reggae rap

This is for my bitches

Getting down on a reggae rap

This is for my hommies,

I can't forget my hommies

I tell you what, girl

My heart, your heart,

Empty up, girl

I know you decide

To just slow it down

But I'mma need you to put

Them panties up, girl

Slow as Madonna, Farrah Fawsett

You were like both in the rarest outfits

Cautious, but I don't mean to doubt it

I'm nauseous. There's only 8 planets,

'Cause I bought you Plutos

So when you far away

Our love still tight, you know

Numero uno, sex like sumo

But I ain't trying to have no babies, you know

So I brought protection

To picture this dick you gon'need projectors

To picture this life you gon'need connections

'Cause I'mma need a gorl like Judie Jetson

They say

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'Cause we been around this world forever

We found this world together

And things changed, baby, I know

But lately ain't sounding like forever

We drowning with together

Need some C.P.R.

Baby, do you know my name?

It seem like you've forgotten, love

I feel the same

Tonight when we get to our room

I'mma give you a reminder

She was like this

And I was all that

Can't remember how I met her

I guess opposites attract

And when we have problems,

Same things they retract

Now I'm trying to get it back

Now I'm trying to get it

Fact ff fiction, what's a rediction?

Do you like the truth,

Or do you like to fit in?

Last week you were swearing I were different

This week you're hard to reach, honey listen!

Hanging on to a cried desperation

They call that the English way

This heart breaks for them like 8-0-8

Send the money, now I'm drunk, ain't got things to say

So I'm flipping birds

Flipping tables

Fuck your word you were never stable

Didn't want to hang with you in the day glow

Wait the last minute just to say you stay home

Break up sex, the wake up sex

Too early, forgot about the make up sex

A stay up sex, then wake up sex

Then go to work firm, like I made up sex

A generation lost in the hallway

A Davy Jones locker of heart acke

But do I only feel contempt, call me!

If hurricane Sandy is our fate

Close the blinds, shut the door

I see all of the signs, they don't owe we

Both fucking like scorpios

Round one, ticket to Paris, next is Tokio

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