Luke Christopher – Statues Ringtone
Bitch, I don’t love you either
I hope you hear it now when this shit come through the speakers
I hope that when you hear this you’ll be sitting nagging feelings with your girls
Telling them, “no, he ain’t talking about me ‘cause I’m not”
You got hot, I’m lost, a nigga said I’m slipping, got a hickey in New York
Last night got dizzy with a hippie in the park
She was with me, got a Chevy and she stuck it in my arm
Fuck her, don’t love her, that’s the advice
I know I’m stressing, Julie said you smoked a pack in a night
And I ain’t talking, she just asked if I was alright
Said I was sleeping with some girls that make me hate my life
But fuck it, I’ve been playing Nintendo again
And texting them girls sexual innuendoes again
Girl text me like, “just put in the back, alright?”
Like for sure, baby, it will be the best in your life
I’m tripping, rock bottom in this bitch
Feeling prejudiced, see my color in this bitch
And if I get rich then I’mma buy a Benz
Just ride by your crib with your best girlfriend
Now freedom isn’t freedom unless your heart free, too
Bitches be relentless, girl, I see you
But ain’t no need to follow, bitch, I’m hella hollow
Now leave me to my problems and my empty Henney bottle
Living in a den of tears
Rub the jinx for answers in the pages
Living in a den of tears
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
They made a statue of us
Bitch, I don’t love you either
How you love Beyoncé but never heard of Aaliyah
How you wanna sing but never heard of Regina
One too many niggas that you know who wanna be us
Tomorrow 21 guns, put a daisy in my gun
Try to pull the trigger, bullet headed to the sun
Headed to the village with a dancer and a drum
Wake up to the ceiling and my lower half numb
But I’m home, boy, now I’m working 9 to 5
Started taking a bus, you used to be my ride
Started sleeping with sluts ‘cause I know you don’t mind
Started dreaming of love ‘cause one day it’ll be mine
Living in a den of tears
Rub the jinx for answers in the pages
Living in a den of tears
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious
They made a statue of us