Miliano Misfit - Lost Hopes

Oh yeah tomorrow ima write a song
Maybe something catch for the girls to sing along
The song that you want playin when you bring your girl to prom
Baby we ain't playing you could bring your friend along
So what it is hoe, yeah wassup
Can a playa get all off in your guts
If you want you can hop up in my truck
Hit the backroads we can tear it up
Yeah
Put my hand on your thigh move your hair a little to the side
Ima teak you to a spot where we gotta little view of the stars and the moon and the river running by
See the look in your eyes
You're looking into mine
It's like your looki g for a place in my heart to hide
Baby we ain't got to hide we can slide off
Stay and eat at my house or we can dine out
I dont need a piece in the side I need peace of the mind
I just need a couple of reasons to be alive
My kids my music and my fucking ride or die
My kids my music and my fucking ride or die
The love I got inside of me for you is so fucking real
I tried to feed my family but I cant pay the fucking bills
And that's why my heart broke
And maybe I'm the reason why your heart's slow
I dont even like dope, but it seems like I'm walking on a tight rope
And maybe the reason is I ain't performing the right shows
Shes been there with me believing that I might blow
And I'm an unfaithful piece of shit asshole
Fucking other bitches while she was cooking up casseroles
I lost you but I'm done with the bad show
Of fucking up my life cuz I'm becoming a man
Oh yeah tomorrow ima write a song
Maybe something catch for the girls to sing along
The song that you want playin when you bring your girl to prom
Baby we ain't playing you could bring your friend along
So what it is hoe, yeah wassup
Can a playa get all off in your guts
If you want you can hop up in my truck
Hit the backroads we can tear it up
Yeah
When we first met we were real young
Hell yeah a little dumb
I went to jail every weekend you were always there waiting
We would go to my and you would give me some
We fell in love quick something changed
So.ething snapped in my brain
Probably got something to do with the way I was raised
There was never an adult who gave a fuck about my grades
Now i ain't saying miliano ain't the one to blame
But it would have been nice to know more than my daddy's name
She said I don't know love I know it from the lack of it
Now I know I cant give her nothing but the average
Yeah I fucked it all off for a piece of action
Put me in a hole so bad I ain't have rations
I hurt and I know what you went through
Yours probably felt like a rocket to a pistol
Left you by yourself let you deal with our issues
I know I cant fix it but that dont mean I dont miss you
You heard what I said
Tell me
I love you
I know I cant fix it but that dont mean I dont miss you
Oh yeah tomorrow ima write a song
Maybe something catch for the girls to sing along
The song that you want playin when you bring your girl to prom
Baby we ain't playing you could bring your friend along
So what it is hoe, yeah wassup
Can a playa get all off in your guts
If you want you can hop up in my truck
Hit the backroads we can tear it up
Yeah

Written by:
Thomas Grenardo

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