Markell DeVon - Bitten Fruit lyrics

Being modest, I’m the hardest in the Ville!
And I ain’t gotta drink, pour up
Or pop pills! Yea, I got a milli pending
I been working on my credit!
Potential baby momma, ain’t no capping
I regret it, she be stressing!
Tell me is this baby mines!
Cause, I done been to Hell and back
Loosing out on sleep, I need peace
Is that much to ask?
Marriage before sex, and now I understand it!
If you can make a life
Then don’t avoid the traffic!
Lord I’m far from perfect but I told
Her that she shouldn’t have it
And I got my reasons
Feelings changing up like seasons
Claiming that you love me now
Don’t come back in my winning season
Cause y’all didn’t work
All the times I put you first
I love your daughter like she’s mines
And she called me daddy 1st!
To my future child yea, I love you dearly
Your momma and your pops just
Got a lot of hurt
I want you in my life, and I choose you first
Just tryna be better than what
My pops was worth
If you can hear these words
If you can understand me
Just know that Daddy didn’t want
You in no blended family
I’ll give my life for you
No man can separate this heartbeat