MIGRAINES

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Nerve - Rap, Aussie Drill

MIGRAINES

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[Verse 1] Swear it used to be love but now it's all cold again Can't tell if I'm a grown man or a young boy But I'm still gettin' older, where did the time go? She cryin' and pourin' her heart out to me and I just got my eyes closed This can't be defined by all of that shit you seein' online though This is deeper than that, deeper than rap My life started with death, we could never bring him back That's just a fact, stab in the back What sort of God would do this? But it is what is That type of shit is gon' thicken your skin And my mama took it straight to the chin Maybe that's why I don't get attached Girl of my dream's tellin' me I'm a robot 'cause I can't love her back Fuck this, I'm done, back to the lab, won't leave till I got that stack Run from it all till my lungs are bleedin', fuck love, but I want it back 'Cause I wanna feel somethin' Too many times at home tryna work out how the fuck do I function Sometimes this brain is a dungeon [Chorus] She said I'm obnoxious (What?), heart full of that nonsense (What?) Swear I can't love any more, but if she tryna kick it, then I got options Tryna buy time, but I don't cop watches (What?) Aussie export like Fosters, hop in the whip and boss it Still on lock with them hits I'm droppin' Still on lock till I'm in a coffin (What?) Heart full of that nonsense Swear I can't love any more (What?), but if she tryna kick it, then I got options, tryna buy time but I don't cop watches (What?) Aussie export like Fosters (Ha) Hop in the whip and boss it, still on lock with them hits I'm droppin', still on lock till I'm in a— (Ha) [Verse 2] Ayy, big Nerve, big bopper (What?) She workin' both her lips and both her hands like shit was a Whopper I got 'em dancin', screamin' out "Oppa" Ignorant shit, no time to be proper, from down under, soundin' all occa (What?) All these dons a bunch imposters, you ain't onto none of that, stop it Big boy like Triple H, spin a whole crew like a figure eight No time for a handout, no, I ain't tryna commiserate (Nah) She said she wan' come play (What?), but I swear she got fiancé T—told her I ain't got free time, won't stop still the bank big like Andre Anyway, I'm busy just whippin', all this chat 'Bout him and her, now everybody on my shit list, what I gotta do to fix it? On my case like, "Why you with that chick? Who's this: your missus?" I'm tryna get this in private, piss off, none of your business (Uh) You must be takin' the piss if you think that I'm givin' a shit Got these people around me all bickerin', I see 'em, whisper "Come hop on a bit of this dick (Ha) "Just the tip, little bitch" What it is, they say they love me but the don't know what love is (Uh) [Chorus] Heart full of that nonsense (What?) Swear I can't love any more, but if she tryna kick it, then I got options, tryna buy time, but I don't cop watches Aussie export like Fosters Hop in the whip and boss it, still on lock with them hits I'm droppin', still on lock till I'm in a coffin (What?) Heart full of that nonsense Swear I can't love any more (What?), but if she tryna kick it, then I got options, tryna buy time but I don't cop watches (What?) Aussie export like Fosters (Ha) Hop in the whip and boss it, still on lock with them hits I'm droppin', still on lock till I'm in a— [Outro] She want company, but This ain't love, she got no trust in me 'Cause why trust in me? Only I trust in me She want company, but This ain't love bit it still come for free And she'll come for me Yeah, she'll come for me and She want company, but This ain't love, she got no trust in me 'Cause why trust in me? Only I trust in me

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  • Businessman (AUS)
  • Nerve