Sy Ari Da Kid - Curve Cologne Freestyle lyrics
[Sy Ari Da Kid - Curve Cologne Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah
Them wins don't compare to losses
I get so much work done at the
Crib like I made an office
COVID symptoms, it's hard to breathe
I can hear 'em coughin'
We comin' in pound for
Pound like Terence Crawford
Only the weak drown in the
Creek like where was Dawson?
Feds had my brother in the
Can like Vienna sausage
This for them girls I hurt but
Promised I never would hurt 'em
Them girls that'll borrow your boxers
And never return 'em
The girl that won't return
Your hoodie, instead, she gon' burn it
But whatever the purpose
You never deserved it
We go back like Curve the cologne
I still know I hurt you, I'm wrong
I still know you muted my
Pandora station tryna pretend like
You ain't never heard of them songs
I hate it, but them broads been lovin' it
All this arguin'
All this fussin' and they relate to it
All this stubborn shit
You could call it what you want
But, it's all what comes with it
The girls, the cars, and drugs and shit
Excuses got me lost because of it
Still gon' put your voicemail on a song
So sue me, go to court like fuck it, bitch
Even if the judge say I lost
Give you all the publishin'
All the royalties, all that was comin' in
Even though my manager gon' probably
Say I'm lost and buggin'
I just can't let it go when
My heart still want it, what's up?
Heartbreaker, women crusher, part player
Pause waitin', stop textin', let's talk later
(yeah)
Half Black and half Spanish and Caucasian
Chest doin' track and field
Your heart racin' we nowhere official
I don't know what's the issue
I picked a fight before your birthday, baby
Just 'cause I ain't know what to get you
Used to connect to your soul
When I kissed you
Now I'm knowin' that it's over
And I'm hopin' that you know that I miss you
Yeah facts
Them wins don't compare to losses
I get so much work done at the
Crib like I made an office
COVID symptoms, it's hard to breathe
I can hear 'em coughin'
We comin' in pound for
Pound like Terence Crawford
Only the weak drown in the
Creek like where was Dawson?
Feds had my brother in the
Can like Vienna sausage
This for them girls I hurt but
Promised I never would hurt 'em
Them girls that'll borrow your boxers
And never return 'em
The girl that won't return
Your hoodie, instead, she gon' burn it
But whatever the purpose
You never deserved it
We go back like Curve the cologne
I still know I hurt you, I'm wrong
I still know you muted my
Pandora station tryna pretend like
You ain't never heard of them songs
I hate it, but them broads been lovin' it
All this arguin'
All this fussin' and they relate to it
All this stubborn shit
You could call it what you want
But, it's all what comes with it
The girls, the cars, and drugs and shit
Excuses got me lost because of it
Still gon' put your voicemail on a song
So sue me, go to court like fuck it, bitch
Even if the judge say I lost
Give you all the publishin'
All the royalties, all that was comin' in
Even though my manager gon' probably
Say I'm lost and buggin'
I just can't let it go when
My heart still want it, what's up?
Heartbreaker, women crusher, part player
Pause waitin', stop textin', let's talk later
(yeah)
Half Black and half Spanish and Caucasian
Chest doin' track and field
Your heart racin' we nowhere official
I don't know what's the issue
I picked a fight before your birthday, baby
Just 'cause I ain't know what to get you
Used to connect to your soul
When I kissed you
Now I'm knowin' that it's over
And I'm hopin' that you know that I miss you
Yeah facts