Pi'erre Bourne Jay P текст песни, слова песни Jay P Pi'erre Bourne
Pi'erre Bourne - Jay P
This shit bittersweet
This shit broke my heart
We no longer friends, people grow apart
Days like this, smoke and reminisce
'Bout the good times with my old friends
This shit bittersweet
This shit broke my heart
We no longer friends, people grow apart
Days like this, smoke and reminisce
'Bout the good times with my old friends
I don't want you, girl, you temporary, hey
Help me understand like a dictionary, hey
Let me love you to death like obituaries, hey
She want ice cream, blow a bag in Ben & Jerry's, hey
Girl, I'm a dog, I am not a prarie, wait
Smoke Phineas herb, this is not a Perry, hey
Used to drop songs when my parents ain't home
Yeah, your tape droppin' in Never-uary
This shit bittersweet
This shit broke my heart
We no longer friends, people grow apart
Days like this, smoke and reminisce
'Bout the good times with my old friends
This shit bittersweet
This shit broke my heart
We no longer friends, people grow apart
Days like this, smoke and reminisce
'Bout the good times with my old friends (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta be a boss, not a secretary, hey
My old friends dead like a cemetery, hey
I'm catchin' flights, new itinerary, damn
People talk when you ball, that's just commentary, hey
They sleep on me like it's narcolepsy, hey
I'm Penny Hardaway, can't be secondary, hey
Used to DM rappers your brand-new songs
Yeah, your tape droppin' in Never-uary
This shit bittersweet
This shit broke my heart
We no longer friends, people grow apart
Days like this, smoke and reminisce
'Bout the good times with my old friends
This shit bittersweet
This shit broke my heart
We no longer friends, people grow apart
Days like this, smoke and reminisce
'Bout the good times with my
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