Lana's Song

(album: 4Play - 2014)

All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean singing ya song
Haaaa haaaa
That's how you sing it
That's how you sing it

All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean singing ya song
Haaaa haaaa
That's how you sing it
That's how you sing it

She expected my heart to stop
So I text her go kick rocks
Breathing whithout you so it's not
You got nexted and she took your spot
Made me an option now a choice is what I feel I got
I only come around once baby like the chicken pox
Hop off my cock
Your new man soft and got no gwop
Thank God that I wore a sock
No prenup needed
Hop you rot
Dope you not
You got me pissed
Provoked a bitch
Cry a river
And swim over it
Get over it
'Cause I'm over it
I got sober quick
I might choke a bitch
You make me sick...
Baby sit
Superman
Ain't saving shit
Became a trip
Go cut you're wrist
Go break ya hip
I don't give a shit!
Last thing you would do is hurt me
But its still on the fucking list
You're so ignorant
You need a fix
I never feed a bitch
They might key ya whip...
Huh?
You so conceited such a liar don't believe
Got me heated shoulda cheated all those movies
Ima leak em playing games but this ain't reese's
You treated my heart like ya sneakers
Cause you creased it I really hope You read this
You sick bitch

All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean singing ya song
Haaaa haaaa
That's how you sing it
That's how you sing it

'Cause we we're close friends
Got our crush relationship
We had our trust
But now we barely friends
Cause you messed it up
And you know what's up
I don't give a fuck
Sippin and I'm floatig like a rich man
With no emotions
Dead these hoes no roses
Get ya paper and stay focused
But I miss you though
That's the issue hoe!
And your family so good I can't let you go...
But I coulda do it cause now everything is ruined
Stunting hard up in my cool whip my heart ain't the thing to fool with
You tried to play me told your friends that I was crazy
Now I'm on hot 97 and got no choice to play me
They be like "there he go"
Heard you on the radio getting dough
Pockets looking like you stuffed two piccolos
Paper over sex
See you later to my ex
Pussy get it when I'm stressed
Angry women worse than feds bruh...

All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean singing ya song
Haaaa haaaa
That's how you sing it
That's how you sing it

I'm having sex with the radio on
I'm fucking her to your song
Now ima sing along
Now ima sing along
That's how you sing it

I'm having sex with the radio on
I'm fucking her to your song
Now ima sing along
Now ima sing along
That's how you sing it

All my friends tell me I should move on
I'm lying in the ocean singing ya song
Haaaa haaaa
That's how you sing it
That's how you sing it