Désolé

Love Désolé Everytime I see that number in my phone I'm like "Désolé" And it's us against the world my baby Désolé Brought you flowers, take the shower with me Désolé I feel like crashin' take this passion with me Désolé Love Désolé Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Désolé Désolé Da-da-da Da-da-da I feel like I was born with a chip on my shoulder Gettin' older, feelin' numb fuck the pain, yeah Gettin' sober, I'm alone, I fell, trip Not a smoker, black lungs, I'm a fool, yeah I'm a loner (yes) I was smooth MJ Billie died last May Couldn't hold back tears Swept up and drank away Call me back and tell me things Tell me that I'm fuckin' great Best rapper to fuckin' live Tell me that I make you proud Tell me that you want my kids Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Love is just a fuckin' sin Désolé, désolé Sorry, sorry all again Désolé all day, désolé I say Désolé Désolé Je suis désolé Désolé Je suis désolé Désolé Désolé Je suis désolé Love Yeah you know I met that guy... and it... was like crazy you know... It was... something happened and... then I... I saw him Yo, yo, yo, yo I been on my shit More soul than a sock with an itch Bloodstains on the back of my bed I feel high Phone rang my miss and my girl came by She be stealin' hoodies, always ketchup on her fries Never let a shorty tell you promises and lies Pussy niggas messagin' me all the fuckin' time Hey there, wellfare got me online Wanna smoke weed, I wanna change lives Wanna be the saddest nigga no one eve- Wanna be the saddest nigga no one ever likes Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuckin' die (Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuckin' die)