Qualmes - Divine Contradiction lyrics

rate me

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