Boldy James, Ev Bird - The Ring lyrics
[Boldy James, Ev Bird - The Ring lyrics]
I was in that two-star hotel
I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Samara girl
From the ring that
Was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face
Make you feel a little unwell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
Seven days (Seven days)
And six nights (Six nights)
I've seen the video and I
Won't attempt to summarize (O oh)
My eyes glaze over (Glaze over)
Wonder what it felt like so
Deep down in the ground, so helpless
(Helpless)
I guess I'll find out in a few days
I was in that two-star hotel
I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Tabitha girl
From the ring that
Was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face
Looking something like an eggshell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
When I came out the door
Was immersed in Philadelphia
The city of brotherly love was
Gripping me too hard
'Cause when I was walking around
I could feel everyone's eyes upon me
227, Blockworks i'm rollin' up as we speak
Stuck on the beach
Pretty young thing with a tongue
Ring sucking her teeth
Love to fuck on the sheets at the moesy-woesy
(Where we at?)
And when we chill at her spot
She can't have no company (At all)
She knew I made a hundred
Thousand out that comfort suite
Why these niggas chasing clout?
I'm countin' comfortably (Countin' up)
Ran that up
Steady climbing up that money tree
Burning back-to back Backwoods ever so humbly
(Respectfully)
Them other niggas ain't the one
There's only one of me (Lots)
She told me money make her cum, I told her
"Come with me" (Uh, huh)
Money see, money go, might let her crumble me
Baggin' up in my honeycomb, she my honeybee
(Cha ching) these niggas wanna be blocks
They just some wannabes
Bunch a fake thugs hopin'
Blood flood my dungarees (Grr)
Really touched a hundred thousand
Out that comfort suite (Count up)
I let these niggas run they mouth
While I run the streets, what up?
I was in that two-star hotel
I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Samara girl
From the ring that
Was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face
Make you feel a little unwell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Samara girl
From the ring that
Was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face
Make you feel a little unwell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
Seven days (Seven days)
And six nights (Six nights)
I've seen the video and I
Won't attempt to summarize (O oh)
My eyes glaze over (Glaze over)
Wonder what it felt like so
Deep down in the ground, so helpless
(Helpless)
I guess I'll find out in a few days
I was in that two-star hotel
I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Tabitha girl
From the ring that
Was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face
Looking something like an eggshell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said
When I came out the door
Was immersed in Philadelphia
The city of brotherly love was
Gripping me too hard
'Cause when I was walking around
I could feel everyone's eyes upon me
227, Blockworks i'm rollin' up as we speak
Stuck on the beach
Pretty young thing with a tongue
Ring sucking her teeth
Love to fuck on the sheets at the moesy-woesy
(Where we at?)
And when we chill at her spot
She can't have no company (At all)
She knew I made a hundred
Thousand out that comfort suite
Why these niggas chasing clout?
I'm countin' comfortably (Countin' up)
Ran that up
Steady climbing up that money tree
Burning back-to back Backwoods ever so humbly
(Respectfully)
Them other niggas ain't the one
There's only one of me (Lots)
She told me money make her cum, I told her
"Come with me" (Uh, huh)
Money see, money go, might let her crumble me
Baggin' up in my honeycomb, she my honeybee
(Cha ching) these niggas wanna be blocks
They just some wannabes
Bunch a fake thugs hopin'
Blood flood my dungarees (Grr)
Really touched a hundred thousand
Out that comfort suite (Count up)
I let these niggas run they mouth
While I run the streets, what up?
I was in that two-star hotel
I was stuck in my cell
Looking like that Samara girl
From the ring that
Was stuck way down in the well
Long black hair and a pale face
Make you feel a little unwell
Ain't much time, seven days is all I have
That's what that phone call said