K Camp - Imperfect Flower lyrics
Kristopher Thomas Campbell
[K Camp - Imperfect Flower lyrics]
How do you know when you love someone?
I been crossed by many, I can't trust no-one
I keep my hand on my gun
These niggas murking for fun
Try to play around and I'm gon' bust someone
Heart so cold it be killing my vibe
I pray, that the Lord keep my niggas alive
Gotta feel it, my vibe
Go to war with my guys, yeah
God said I'm him, you better open your eyes
Wonder what they see in you
All that shit that you been through
All this pain I keep inside
You know I know when you lie
Got 'em looking up to me
Wonder how I get my shit
Can't tell if they fuck with me
Had to buy some sticks and shit
And I lost my bitch and shit
She was on that bitchin' shit
I was on my paper chase
I guess you ain't see that shit
You say that you down with me
Funny I believed it though
You fucked up a happy home
Worried 'bout another hoe
I rather chase a bag than chase that pussy
These hoes for everybody, when I pull up
They be looking
I ain't tryna talk with you niggas
Hit my booking
Yeah I feel like Steph in that booth
I be cooking
I just sparked the OG, now my eyes low
Poppin' meds, they gon' tell you
"You gon' die slow" life's a gamble
And I'm tryna take the high road
I be eating on that pussy with my eyes closed
I know I got angels watching me, stalking me
Everyday I'm praying I'm like, "Lord please"
Send me a sign 'cause your son in need
When God call my name, they gon' remember me
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I made me some money, but I want more
Them niggas
They try to treat me like I'm done for
But I bossed up on they bitch ass
Now I'm gon' stunt more yeah
Yeah
How do you know when you love someone?
I been crossed by many, I can't trust no-one
I keep my hand on my gun
These niggas murking for fun
Try to play around and I'm gon' bust someone
Heart so cold it be killing my vibe
I pray, that the Lord keep my niggas alive
Gotta feel it, my vibe
Go to war with my guys, yeah
God said I'm him, you better open your eyes
I been crossed by many, I can't trust no-one
I keep my hand on my gun
These niggas murking for fun
Try to play around and I'm gon' bust someone
Heart so cold it be killing my vibe
I pray, that the Lord keep my niggas alive
Gotta feel it, my vibe
Go to war with my guys, yeah
God said I'm him, you better open your eyes
Wonder what they see in you
All that shit that you been through
All this pain I keep inside
You know I know when you lie
Got 'em looking up to me
Wonder how I get my shit
Can't tell if they fuck with me
Had to buy some sticks and shit
And I lost my bitch and shit
She was on that bitchin' shit
I was on my paper chase
I guess you ain't see that shit
You say that you down with me
Funny I believed it though
You fucked up a happy home
Worried 'bout another hoe
I rather chase a bag than chase that pussy
These hoes for everybody, when I pull up
They be looking
I ain't tryna talk with you niggas
Hit my booking
Yeah I feel like Steph in that booth
I be cooking
I just sparked the OG, now my eyes low
Poppin' meds, they gon' tell you
"You gon' die slow" life's a gamble
And I'm tryna take the high road
I be eating on that pussy with my eyes closed
I know I got angels watching me, stalking me
Everyday I'm praying I'm like, "Lord please"
Send me a sign 'cause your son in need
When God call my name, they gon' remember me
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I made me some money, but I want more
Them niggas
They try to treat me like I'm done for
But I bossed up on they bitch ass
Now I'm gon' stunt more yeah
Yeah
How do you know when you love someone?
I been crossed by many, I can't trust no-one
I keep my hand on my gun
These niggas murking for fun
Try to play around and I'm gon' bust someone
Heart so cold it be killing my vibe
I pray, that the Lord keep my niggas alive
Gotta feel it, my vibe
Go to war with my guys, yeah
God said I'm him, you better open your eyes