Ise Lyfe
THROW UP IN THE TOILET
THROW UP IN THE TOILET
There's throw up in the toilet, but she's pretty...
She zips her clothes up slow
Staring at herself in the mirror, but never looks at herself
She is dying inside, but she's gorgeous
Damned by the little things everyone makes so big
Damned by the very thing that got her this far
Not far at all
Her breast come together so fierce they change God's weather
Smell a sweet musk between her legs
Her lips distract you from what she just said
But she is empty
Allergic to any type of substance
Unless it's a drug or drink
What's poppin', Ms. Gum Poppin' Hellafied Supathang
You just a thang ain't cha?
At 17 her older date took her to the Cheesecake
By 21 she makes them so dumb just by swaying to and from
She's never earned a dime and lives and drives on top of the line
Sexed from behind overlooking a city skyline
There's throw up in the toilet, but she's pretty...
An ugly picture in a frame
She's come a long way from her first day when she was given a name
When she was nobody's, "Damn Baby!"
Just a baby
Adorable not fine
Potential, not pretentious
Not a queen
But somebody's little princess
There's throw up in the toilet, but she's pretty...
Come home baby, we love you