Call Me Karizma - Love in You lyrics
[Call Me Karizma - Love in You lyrics]
I feel it's about time (it's time for what)
Fuck I'm hungry, shit (shit)
All black, ballcap is off (is off)
Fall back, you all laugh it off
(laugh it off)
But my goal is not to approach this
Whole situation by a mob
Of 13, 14, 15 year olds (come on)
Running is the mist these
I don't love no one less but shit
If you got a pen let's show them breasts
(yes) seriously though, no ring on the fing
So purity blow (yes, sir)
You got an ear so you hear me flow
Radio, hell nah, I'll be steering the boat
So far away from the cars and bays (yea)
I'll only pack shows that'll start at eight
Otherwise, they can't come
It's probably late
They got to be home, because mommy paid
And also, I'm all so hard my sac hurts (ugh)
Sorry, not sorry I'm backwards (haha)
And if you got a bone to pick (what's that?)
That I rap and bone your chic
And you're alone as your phonе goes click
Just know I'm the as she blows my dick
You'rе gross, oh you know the schtick
You should have known I'm a
Pro at the bogusness
I know it's hard to explain
What's going on in my brain
But if it all when away
I'd still be all love in you
Sometimes I can't comprehend
When I have lost all my friends
But I just know in the end
I'd still be all love in you
What am I thinking? (thinking)
You're a mud puddle I'm going to go sink in
(sink in) can't quite see, so I'm blinking
I'm calling them hoes (hoes)
But you know you're the kink in it (you are)
Stinker, you think that I'm dumb
You act so soft, like a mink or a rug
But you're not
You're as fake as my friends
You're playing these games
But I'm playing to win
Sin, sin a little more
Go dive in, you skinny little whore
Well, let's be must be nice
Beginning with the lips (mwah)
Hope you don't taste all the
Women that I've kissed
And isn't it a bitch
(what?) , that I do shows now
But I'm still not big
I'm still a kid with my goals
I just stack billions of my, not cash
But chocolate bars
I'm not in love with the hottest cars
But I will take a thousand broads
Bras on stage, God this is great
As I thought so look out for the coldest kid
Nose coked-out, from the snow I sit-in
You're gross, oh you know the schtick
You should have known I'm a
Pro at the bogusness, so
I know it's hard to explain
What's going on in my brain
But if it all when away
I'd still be all love in you
Sometimes I can't comprehend
When I have lost all my friends
But I just know in the end
I'd still be all love in you
Fuck I'm hungry, shit (shit)
All black, ballcap is off (is off)
Fall back, you all laugh it off
(laugh it off)
But my goal is not to approach this
Whole situation by a mob
Of 13, 14, 15 year olds (come on)
Running is the mist these
I don't love no one less but shit
If you got a pen let's show them breasts
(yes) seriously though, no ring on the fing
So purity blow (yes, sir)
You got an ear so you hear me flow
Radio, hell nah, I'll be steering the boat
So far away from the cars and bays (yea)
I'll only pack shows that'll start at eight
Otherwise, they can't come
It's probably late
They got to be home, because mommy paid
And also, I'm all so hard my sac hurts (ugh)
Sorry, not sorry I'm backwards (haha)
And if you got a bone to pick (what's that?)
That I rap and bone your chic
And you're alone as your phonе goes click
Just know I'm the as she blows my dick
You'rе gross, oh you know the schtick
You should have known I'm a
Pro at the bogusness
I know it's hard to explain
What's going on in my brain
But if it all when away
I'd still be all love in you
Sometimes I can't comprehend
When I have lost all my friends
But I just know in the end
I'd still be all love in you
What am I thinking? (thinking)
You're a mud puddle I'm going to go sink in
(sink in) can't quite see, so I'm blinking
I'm calling them hoes (hoes)
But you know you're the kink in it (you are)
Stinker, you think that I'm dumb
You act so soft, like a mink or a rug
But you're not
You're as fake as my friends
You're playing these games
But I'm playing to win
Sin, sin a little more
Go dive in, you skinny little whore
Well, let's be must be nice
Beginning with the lips (mwah)
Hope you don't taste all the
Women that I've kissed
And isn't it a bitch
(what?) , that I do shows now
But I'm still not big
I'm still a kid with my goals
I just stack billions of my, not cash
But chocolate bars
I'm not in love with the hottest cars
But I will take a thousand broads
Bras on stage, God this is great
As I thought so look out for the coldest kid
Nose coked-out, from the snow I sit-in
You're gross, oh you know the schtick
You should have known I'm a
Pro at the bogusness, so
I know it's hard to explain
What's going on in my brain
But if it all when away
I'd still be all love in you
Sometimes I can't comprehend
When I have lost all my friends
But I just know in the end
I'd still be all love in you