L'Eggo MY EGO
1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Rook Monroe, 88rising"L'Eggo MY EGO" ist ein Song von 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE, Rook Monroe, 88rising, 2024, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:01, 42 lines / 240 words.
Songtext
0:03(未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用，包括翻唱、翻录等)
0:07Why can't my
0:09This angles startna look obtuse
0:11Did I hear someone call a truce why we playin' these games shawty
0:16Is that ego
0:20Could it be
0:23I don't know
0:25This picture lookin' incomplete
0:28Whenever you and I compete in these childish games shawty
0:33Is it our ego
0:49Do you see a god
0:51Do you see a lost cause
0:52Ridin' for my and my brothas no pause
0:55She not a she adjacent
0:58Some red flags are not for bangin'
1:00Sleepin' in my bed with the TV turned on
1:03I just hit the gas boo half a tank gone
1:06High
1:07I'll be goin' places on my last reincarnation
1:13Skin smooth like butter yeah
1:16Make me a father yeah
1:24Smooth like butter yeah
1:27Touch lips like butter yeah
1:35That new PlayStation yeah
1:38Puts hits on brothas yeah
1:47XP like water yeah
1:50HP from water yeah
2:18In bum sittin' sideways
2:22Been driftin' off it's my thang
2:24Baby
2:27Baby yeah
2:29Hours on these sine waves
2:32Should I touch grass and have folks wave to me
2:35Maybe
2:39Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older
2:42Hate the small talk are we close to get closer in this Honda
2:46Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on
2:50Can't get wrapped up in yo sheets baby
2:53While you stealin' all my tees baby
2:56That shaka from the flea market
2:58Now it's up from that bleached comet
3:01Damn
(未经著作权人书面许可，任何人不得以任何方式使用，包括翻唱、翻录等) Why can't my This angles startna look obtuse Did I hear someone call a truce why we playin' these games shawty Is that ego Could it be I don't know This picture lookin' incomplete Whenever you and I compete in these childish games shawty Is it our ego Do you see a god Do you see a lost cause Ridin' for my and my brothas no pause She not a she adjacent Some red flags are not for bangin' Sleepin' in my bed with the TV turned on I just hit the gas boo half a tank gone High I'll be goin' places on my last reincarnation Skin smooth like butter yeah Make me a father yeah Smooth like butter yeah Touch lips like butter yeah That new PlayStation yeah Puts hits on brothas yeah XP like water yeah HP from water yeah In bum sittin' sideways Been driftin' off it's my thang Baby Baby yeah Hours on these sine waves Should I touch grass and have folks wave to me Maybe Is your favorite color still your favorite now that we're older Hate the small talk are we close to get closer in this Honda Would you boo me off of the Apollo or would you put me on Can't get wrapped up in yo sheets baby While you stealin' all my tees baby That shaka from the flea market Now it's up from that bleached comet Damn
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