Letra de ' Tell Me How ' de Dropping A Popped Locket

(j*spizZy)
yo,
($lick)
ayo,
(j*spizZy)
y'yo yo,
($lick)
yo listen up,
(j*spizZy)
this song is for all my kids in queenz
($lick)
QU double ENZ
(j*spizZy)
or at least princesses, you know we're trying. nah but fo real, this is for everyone who don't got a lot, check it out...

Since the time i was incubated and artificially matured, life has always shown she's a bitch, nah fuck that, she's a whore. (she's a whore) I'll take these shitty cards I'm dealt and I'll win the game with em, could do it with no hands, I can do it with no band. The time that I wasted can't say that I wasted because of the things that I tried and I tasted. Furious and curious, I learned by the touch. Every move you make has a repercussion. Isn't that fun? Made to feel like you lost when you won. It's the dusting it off that gets you through it, so dust your shit off and keep it moving. I used to break bread with fake friends, shake hands, make plans, big plans, that never happened. Now I'm making deals with real friends, feeling great, I could be floating. Shutter shades to hide the gloating ha. And I hope god has a spare seat right next to him, cause with the way I'm coming up, shit if I don't fly through him. Cause I'm a soldier I got no boulders on these shoulders, the weight of the planet is less than my talent, to keep me reminded I keep them holstered.

Tell me how I turned lemons into lemonade, tell me how we're coming up.
Tell me how I traded a scholarship for this music shit, tell me how I'm not regretting it.

($lick)
Tell me how sometimes what's so wrong could be so right.
Tell me how we're all alike, but tell me how we still all fight.
Tell me how sometimes what seems right could be so wrong.
And tell me how you fucking knew, all along

Out of the darkest Dawn I came along, only took six weeks to raise me huh? "I'm tired of being this babies mom. Just so pops can't say he saw slip this in his food and he'll pass out soon. Oh shit, Deb, the baby's blue!" Now I'm right here and far from foolish with white hair and a scar to prove it. Skip to 18, slingin' the greens, not giving a fuck about what safety means. I'm living my life like fuck all the laws, with 25 bags up under my drawers. can't pause can't stop, straight fiending for guape. on a cold winter night made some stops on the block, gave 3 to Joe, put the stock in my pocket, just my luck i got stopped by the cops shit. fuck, what do I do. One's no big deal but i had 22. I play my game right, shut my mouth, no confessions, and somehow I lucked out and just got possession. So keep an eye out for the NARC van if you're flippin on trees like Tarzan. Don't make mistakes coppin' in case Jake is watchin, a couple wrong moves and they'll be raking the block in. Can't stop this shit son, isn't that fun, made to feel like you lost when you won. And they're bringing you in and they're writing you up, cuz compared to their penny, you making a buck. They're taking your luck and they're breaking it up, life's a bitch and she's fake as fuck. So when your coin tosses, be prepared to take your losses.

Tell me how sometimes what's so wrong could be so right.
Tell me how we're all alike, but tell me how we still all fight.
Tell me how sometimes what seems right could be so wrong.
And tell me how you fucking knew, all along

(j*spizZy)
Tell me how I turned lemons into lemonade, tell me how we're coming up.
Tell me how I traded a scholarship for this music shit, tell me how I'm not regretting it.

($lick)
Ayo, tell me how I'm not regretting shit, wont let a bitch ever get the heart of me cause honestly it's hard to see monogamy as part of we. So I went and pardoned thee when you struck me again in Florida see, why am I even bothering with it? Cause shit bitch, your bitch fits make slit wrists seem like a good idea, like a piff hit when slick spits. I aint falling for your sucker shit. I know you was on another dick. So now like I'm shooting porno my mentality's straight "fuck a bitch"

(j*spizZy)
Never did trust a bitch, started when I was a little kid. This shit that I was dating said she needed money on Christmas, (liar) for an abortion. I thought it was legit, (liar) but it was not legit, so that bitch got dissed. Just like my momma split when I was a Freshman, growing up on pornography, eating junk food, watching wrestling. Dear Momma, here's a message. (hocking loogie sounds) Surprise (gun cock + shot) surprised? (spits)

Tell me how I turned lemons into lemonade, tell me how we're coming up.
Tell me how I traded a scholarship for this music shit, tell me how I'm not regretting it.

($lick)
Tell me how sometimes what's so wrong could be so right.
Tell me how we're all alike, but tell me how we still all fight.
Tell me how sometimes what seems right could be so wrong.
And tell me how you fucking knew, all along

lyric by kim delux.e