Please dont hit my phone
Carnage at the door
Rest my head dont fake it
Ambience on hold
I been on my own
Just my blood is close
Dont pretend you love me
No sound when im low
I can't think fast
Im way to caught
Badass act like im sephiroth
Showmanship
Dont fake applause
Chelsea grins but she hates my guts
Only got a few friends
And i hope theyre good
Only got a few queens
And they wish i would
I dont f*ck no more
Only want that hood
Small mothaf*cka but i know some brolys
Aim for the head make it quick dont hold me
I dont think twice can't stay in one place
I dont need your heart
All i need is (Woah)
Please dont hit my phone
Carnage at the door
Rest my head dont fake it
Ambience on hold
I been on my own
Just my blood is close
Dont pretend you love me
No sound when im low
Kenoga - Twenty-Four Lyrics
Kenoga - Twenty-Four Lyrics
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Please dont hit my phone
Carnage at the door
Rest my head dont fake it
Ambience on hold
I been on my own
Just my blood is close
Dont pretend you love me
No sound when im low
I can't think fast
Im way to caught
Badass act like im sephiroth
Showmanship
Dont fake applause
Chelsea grins but she hates my guts
Only got a few friends
And i hope theyre good
Only got a few queens
And they wish i would
I dont f*ck no more
Only want that hood
Small mothaf*cka but i know some brolys
Aim for the head make it quick dont hold me
I dont think twice can't stay in one place
I dont need your heart
All i need is (Woah)
Please dont hit my phone
Carnage at the door
Rest my head dont fake it
Ambience on hold
I been on my own
Just my blood is close
Dont pretend you love me
No sound when im low
Carnage at the door
Rest my head dont fake it
Ambience on hold
I been on my own
Just my blood is close
Dont pretend you love me
No sound when im low
I can't think fast
Im way to caught
Badass act like im sephiroth
Showmanship
Dont fake applause
Chelsea grins but she hates my guts
Only got a few friends
And i hope theyre good
Only got a few queens
And they wish i would
I dont f*ck no more
Only want that hood
Small mothaf*cka but i know some brolys
Aim for the head make it quick dont hold me
I dont think twice can't stay in one place
I dont need your heart
All i need is (Woah)
Please dont hit my phone
Carnage at the door
Rest my head dont fake it
Ambience on hold
I been on my own
Just my blood is close
Dont pretend you love me
No sound when im low
Writer: Kenoga Kenoga
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