Demetrie Jones - Shyree vs Pandora

Girl, girl, girl, take good care of me girl, girl, girl, take good care of me

Yeah, the specifics is unknown Some shown examples of a sample but done wrong
Limited in these pieces, believe it, so come face your Jesus
But don't think you gon' get sincerity from a deacon
Primetime thesis, the world is a teacher
Now outsides vanity part of my facial features
Indirectly, but you've been affected
Sendin' a message and a cosign to everybody synergetic

The night's sympathy cold
The right's givin' me old, unlike me
Take advice from the right entity
My vice finna be Hennessy and cold brews

To kickin' it with niggas that thinkin' they know you
Now the essence has made me a legend of perception
Unaffected from death's kiss, lessenin' in my preface
As far as legacy, homie, I put the title there, and made my baby girl my rightful heir

(Paint the picture)

Scary debates, in the area
Vs the Aryan race that carry Luciferian traits
Indoctrination very innate, silence of the lambs so.. you could
Hear the sound a librarian makes

I'm not fond of this age, of cacophonous ways
So optimism is on top of my rage
I'm recollectin' my memories, I ain't bored of
But amendin' my mistakes on the way to Pandora like

Girl, girl, girl
Take good care of me
Girl, girl, girl
Take good care of me

Pessimism, I succumb to it, peep the anxiety
Fuck a bullet, my worst enemy's sobriety

The light darkens, so I mix dark with the light
Embark in the night dark, straight light often with sprite
Tomorrow, I'm gonna meet up with my best friend
Sorrow, I got some money to borrow for my self-inflictions
I said to self that I'm looking for a soul that can help addiction

Why knock on this door of opportunity with my moccasins?
I'm too comfortable, I'm not on top of this
Mentality tall as a obelisk
Ironic, I'm building this monument, the benefit posthumous plan

Plan, just know I'm doing all that I can
Known unknown, watch for anonymous scans
With a burden so heavy, can't fall to my fam
Heaven radio the frequency, I call to my grams like

You ever just feel like you just, just can't anymore?

One move and my aura evicts
Float around and say: "Damn, Pandora is sick"
A compilation of thoughts took a tour of my shit

It's better than goin to war with my chick
Learned a lesson between awkward oppression and battling with depression
Single-minded progression, and what I saw was all terror
Clear faces in my pallbearers

Side note, subjugated to what?
All this symbolism shit, and I made it my strut?
Am I arrogant enough to walk it off and fornicate with my crutch?
Postponed all my happiness, belated my cut?

Man... at least I can look at beautiful sunsets
With curses of a lineage curiosity unchecked

Take good care of me
Girl, girl, girl

Take good care of me
Girl, girl, girl
Take good care of me

Written by:
Mario Jones

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