Middle Of The Street

Lyrics

[Hook] Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up to my chin baby I just wanna die Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up Hearing sirens its about to be a stand off Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up to my chin baby I just wanna die Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up Say you love me shawty fore' I end it all [Verse 1: Ouija] Bitch I'm fully loaded But one shot my brain totaled Got something for the police saying Ouija please don't do it Girl you know I'm crazy why you play with my emotions We could be so perfect baby we just going through it I know I'm a dick when I'm coming off them xannys Take the money out your purse Beat the pussy then I vanish And you call me 30 times you be speaking so outlandish Tell me lose your fucking number Life without you I can't stand it Can't be you so it's gotta be me Seems like you always got problem with me Problem with me, problem with me I just be in the cut talking to me Watch how the fuck you be talking to me You bout to bring out the monster in me You know the demons be talking through me They orgasm when you be swallowing me There may not be a tomrorow for me but you harbor my seed and ain't stopping with me Guess you were right girl the problem is me Look how I made this shit all about me I'll never be who you want me to be I belong on my block fuck a college degree Shorty you know you belong here with me I would die for you girl and I want you to see [Hook] [Verse 2: Choirboy] From a kitchen in the middle of hell but she my little angel though Something just intangible even when she angry but she perfect every angle yo (?) couldn't scope (?) like this My bitch she ain't no bitch She my dog she my shooter anything happen to her might slit my wrist Going up take the whole world with me Wouldn't be the same without my girl with me Was what it was and it weren't what it weren't for me feeling this way really never did occur to me Never really thought I would be that rich Does a million dollar motherfuckas really need that shit Gotta feed my kids Do it for you, do it for them Do it for us, do it for love The feelings of rush when we do what we does I just can't get enough Fuck all this stress, fuck all this stress Fuck I'm a mess Think I'm depressed and the thought of you leaving I'm talking to demons and squeezing the tec Don't do it for checks But the feeling I get with my lips on your neck The touch of your breasts The taste of your breathe My ride or die have me thinking bout that I need you with me baby I just know I ain't leaving here alive if you let go [Hook]