Martha
Its a dog gone shame
You tried to throw a party but the cops still came
On the block throwing rocks at gangs
Gotta fire in their bellies but they not gon bang
Hows the weather down there in chicago?
Hows your cousins joe's dislocated elbow?
Hows the rain sound when it falls sideways
You heard gunshots it mustve been friday
I heard you went and found yourself a new friend
I heard he looks like that weird boy Lorenzo
What a thing, I really hope he means it
When he tells you that he loves you sees my name in old english
On your skin, falling off a schwin, learning how to swim, where'd it all begin?
That alcohol cant wash away the sin, this dog is out to take you for a spin
Ive been losing but Im learning how to win again
Its a shame we're the same you and I
The same bandana and the same do or die
Mentality, click, hope the gravity sticks, fatalities shit
Aint mattering this is happiness
Hope your momma dont see
Or smell the 40 oz hear the dominos clink
Screaming vaminos, Ill watch as your body goes week
And tomorrow aint promised but this bottle runs deep
I hope your uncle makes it home for your birthday
I hope you liked me back even in the first place
I hope your brother finds the man that had stole your bike
I wanna take control tonight
Let me calm down all those big ass dreams
The block aint big as it seems
Tell your grandma not worry Ill be bringing you home
And none of us will ever be alone again...
Im leaving roses at your window
Id cruise by to catch the scent of the indo smoke
I saw you laughing at a pitbull
I wouldve took you to the dance I was still too broke
But I been cleaning up my act though
And Ive been meaning to address all of those dreams you had
We can throw in on a sack though
And I could show you that I aint so bad
I heard your tias moving in and thats a bad look
And this semester you didnt get a math book
Your overdosing mightve made you miss a class though
And I still think the priest was an asshole
Do I pour the beer or drink it in your memory?
Do I thank you for ever sitting next to me?
I know your out there pressing the issue
Oh Martha how we miss you
Greaseball - Brown Skinned Martha Lyrics
Greaseball - Brown Skinned Martha Lyrics
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Martha
Its a dog gone shame
You tried to throw a party but the cops still came
On the block throwing rocks at gangs
Gotta fire in their bellies but they not gon bang
Hows the weather down there in chicago?
Hows your cousins joe's dislocated elbow?
Hows the rain sound when it falls sideways
You heard gunshots it mustve been friday
I heard you went and found yourself a new friend
I heard he looks like that weird boy Lorenzo
What a thing, I really hope he means it
When he tells you that he loves you sees my name in old english
On your skin, falling off a schwin, learning how to swim, where'd it all begin?
That alcohol cant wash away the sin, this dog is out to take you for a spin
Ive been losing but Im learning how to win again
Its a shame we're the same you and I
The same bandana and the same do or die
Mentality, click, hope the gravity sticks, fatalities shit
Aint mattering this is happiness
Hope your momma dont see
Or smell the 40 oz hear the dominos clink
Screaming vaminos, Ill watch as your body goes week
And tomorrow aint promised but this bottle runs deep
I hope your uncle makes it home for your birthday
I hope you liked me back even in the first place
I hope your brother finds the man that had stole your bike
I wanna take control tonight
Let me calm down all those big ass dreams
The block aint big as it seems
Tell your grandma not worry Ill be bringing you home
And none of us will ever be alone again...
Im leaving roses at your window
Id cruise by to catch the scent of the indo smoke
I saw you laughing at a pitbull
I wouldve took you to the dance I was still too broke
But I been cleaning up my act though
And Ive been meaning to address all of those dreams you had
We can throw in on a sack though
And I could show you that I aint so bad
I heard your tias moving in and thats a bad look
And this semester you didnt get a math book
Your overdosing mightve made you miss a class though
And I still think the priest was an asshole
Do I pour the beer or drink it in your memory?
Do I thank you for ever sitting next to me?
I know your out there pressing the issue
Oh Martha how we miss you
Its a dog gone shame
You tried to throw a party but the cops still came
On the block throwing rocks at gangs
Gotta fire in their bellies but they not gon bang
Hows the weather down there in chicago?
Hows your cousins joe's dislocated elbow?
Hows the rain sound when it falls sideways
You heard gunshots it mustve been friday
I heard you went and found yourself a new friend
I heard he looks like that weird boy Lorenzo
What a thing, I really hope he means it
When he tells you that he loves you sees my name in old english
On your skin, falling off a schwin, learning how to swim, where'd it all begin?
That alcohol cant wash away the sin, this dog is out to take you for a spin
Ive been losing but Im learning how to win again
Its a shame we're the same you and I
The same bandana and the same do or die
Mentality, click, hope the gravity sticks, fatalities shit
Aint mattering this is happiness
Hope your momma dont see
Or smell the 40 oz hear the dominos clink
Screaming vaminos, Ill watch as your body goes week
And tomorrow aint promised but this bottle runs deep
I hope your uncle makes it home for your birthday
I hope you liked me back even in the first place
I hope your brother finds the man that had stole your bike
I wanna take control tonight
Let me calm down all those big ass dreams
The block aint big as it seems
Tell your grandma not worry Ill be bringing you home
And none of us will ever be alone again...
Im leaving roses at your window
Id cruise by to catch the scent of the indo smoke
I saw you laughing at a pitbull
I wouldve took you to the dance I was still too broke
But I been cleaning up my act though
And Ive been meaning to address all of those dreams you had
We can throw in on a sack though
And I could show you that I aint so bad
I heard your tias moving in and thats a bad look
And this semester you didnt get a math book
Your overdosing mightve made you miss a class though
And I still think the priest was an asshole
Do I pour the beer or drink it in your memory?
Do I thank you for ever sitting next to me?
I know your out there pressing the issue
Oh Martha how we miss you
Writer: Greaseball
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid