Can’t Trust
The Real Ets featuring Edward Jame$
Pre-Cleared
ISRC
QZJG52527531
Custom Track ID
r96kYn8FGRrt
Composers
Eric Thomas Stanley (BMI) 100.00%
Original Publishers
Eric Thomas Stanley (BMI) 100.00%
Master Owners
Eric Thomas Stanley 100.00%
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Composer
Eric Thomas Stanley
Lyrics
Too much happened to me, yeah, the young age, baby, dear.
Don't even trust the ones I love on for the baby.
Like that I try to lush, fuck me over, man.
So it's hard for me to fall in love this day, man.
Now you feel my bed.
Gun in my bag.
Can't even trust the ones I love that's kind of fucking sad.
Solo cover me and yeah, my singing, yeah, yeah.
This dance win.
I don't think you're coming with me down.
All right, pit oozy, I miss my puppy yet, yeah.
But just like him, we on the fucking vertical, man.
Life is getting kind of better at really stressing it.
Yeah, pay a nigga for his raffle.
I And explodes is coming out my brain, baby, damn, I want you to take no need, I'm more than that.
Niggas know it down.
I try to fuck with me and my bitch in here, my colonel, man.
That nigga still here smoking him when the brother fucked that nigga down.
Now you feel my bed. In my bag.
Don't even trust the ones I love.
I know that's kind of sad.
That's it that I fell in love with.
Not the next one that I'm with, I'm sorry for, man.
Oh, damn.
Hey, come on, Edward.
Yeah.
Tell my mama, leave it up.
Just relax.
Put us on the map.
I'm praise all to my brothers.
I hope none of them relapse.
Step back, love, don't need that.
Everybody tough till you pulling off that strap AnyTS, he has my slam.
And this world is kind of sad.
Can't trust the ones I love, man, this shit's kind of sad.
No, they always do me bad.