over influence

Samara Cyn

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    Turn my back to the wall
    You can't get me here
    The room is sharp
    I won't be your shield
    There's holes in your heart
    I can't be your fill
    Not no more, no more

    Yeah, he stumbled on a wife, so I stumbled on a M
    No ID, how I knew a nigga heard
    Box full, so I know a nigga hurt
    Got stiff, had to hit him with the
    Sir, we all get a path, some nigga choose dirt
    Nigga did me dirt, now I don't trust a BM
    Got me moving money in Rimowas on the weekend
    I became a skeptic when I moved it out the pelican
    Never take advice from a nigga I know better than
    Love it like a son, we got different baby mothers
    If I don't watch her, she gon' slight me undercover
    I don't trust a blanket, only slightly under covers
    Room get cold to a bitch too cold
    Hate so lame, shit talk get old
    You bitches funky, you bitches mold
    Y'all mind these nigga and do what you told
    I would never let a weak minded bitch in my home
    Huh?

    I can't be your fill

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    Y'all PC OD, y'all some Overtons
    I got PTSD from these overages
    I was young when I got out them brokerages
    I got set up one time, I ain't over it
    Had to walk out that house with a broken rib
    Had to get myself together, ain't perfect yet
    Time came, still feel I ain't worth it yet
    I be wrapping up days they ain't workin' yet
    Pop hoes in they mouth, y'all pop Percocets
    I heard an unknown body saying I'm soft
    Know an unknown nigga like to peel bitches off
    I be holding out the ring like: I could tell 'em hold off
    Hold on? Okay, calm down? Okay
    When you move ill, they gon' study your
    Make fun of your accent then mimic your (Huh)
    Foot on they forehead, then scrape it like (Ugh)

    The older I get, more healing I feel
    Can trace back to source, why you don't know what's real
    I feel your momma was jealous or worked all the time
    Daddy was gone, nigga played with your mind
    Childhood sheltered, so teenage years zealous
    I know life tough and most crack under pressure
    Talk out your neck 'cause you lackin' correction
    Deep down you just need some loving correctly, well

    I am not the bitch to do it
    Fuck with something safe, screw it
    They know the curve of my dick
    Study that, call it influence
    You should be focused on self
    Instead of the way that I use it
    You'd be lucky if I slapped you in the face with it
    Better known than the bitch that blew it
    Huh

    Turn my back to the wall
    You can't get me here
    The room is sharp
    I won't be your shield
    There's holes in your heart
    I can't be your fill
    Not no more, no more

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