Paint a Picture
• Written by longnight
longnight's Notes
a lot of lyrics might appear and its just what comes to mind when i listen to the beat, will probably get changed at some point as i know they trash
(immediately start off instrumental)
{V1}
Two thousand fifteen, the year we started datin',
I'll never forget the moment, acted on my contemplating,
'Cus I know that you'd be waitin', infatuated with your patience,
And so I stopped debatin', and started expectatin',
Like a guy that lost his sight, cus now I'm ex-spectating
And once she cheated, she left me low like a FedEx rating
So low that I started contemplating a con templating,
Didn't even put up a fight like Floyd in a heavyweight ring,
I just let it happen, and I knew it was going on,
Long before her best friend even raised the damn alarm,
About how she was going to dinner with her new breadwinner,
A coke addict that was a drug spinner, yea, and they finna,
Have unprotected sex, and guess what happen nex'?
Expecting 2 months after we broke up over tex',
And that got me stressed and perplexed, because the thoughts in my head,
Wouldn't give me no damn rest, but I digress,
That's not the whole story,
She told me if she got pregnant she's abortin',
At least before the age of 30, or 40,
I don't remember,
Because all the lies you told me have been with me since September,
Oh yeah, remember? September, the month we got together,
And that year we planned a holiday away, to get a,
"Break from all these bullshit fakes that still with me to this day"
Yeah, that's what you said,
But nearly 8 months later and you still got friends,
The ones I introduced you to, the ones you took from me,
They took your side of the story, and then thought it was so funny,
That I was depressed and almost killed myself,
Real funny when your best friends are the furthest from help,
My mind is an ocean but my hearts feelin' like kelp..
(hook type shit, WIP)
And them first few weeks they flew, by,
Started off awkward but we grew, right,
Your love got me crazy like a new high,
All the things you told me they weren't true, cry
x2
{V2}
Like, we gonna grow old, have a baby,
Move into our own house before we eighty,
Well, more like thirty,
And those were lies I believed until you done me dirty,
That was 10 percent of my life wasted in a hurry,
So when I found out, damn right it sent me in a flurry,
Writing these rhymes and creating the sound that you bury,
Inside of your head and think about it when you're feelin' depressed,
But let's get back to picture we're painting,
Back to the girl who turned out to be Satan,
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longnight
Member since June 3 2018