Glasses Malone - Purses Lyrics
If I was perfectIf I was perfectIf I was perfectIf I was perfectIf I was perfectIf I was perfectCaught again I’m caught againShit dog, I’m caught againShe going off, going offCurse me out in front of all the friendsRightfully, I can’t argueI’m proud of her, her heart tooThat pain sharp as harpoonsTry and feel it, it’s hard too manThem tears make me feel heartlessGet the loud scenes on thisPray I don’t need karma or she better pray that I’m on this yeaYea, that’s self-restraining, self-ashamingLittle son, my mind is tainting my dickWhile this hard to tain meBullseye wherever I’m aimingI cause that anguish, I cause that self-frontHer wounds heal but I keep on cuttingWanna cut me up, like a ***** a chickShe rather be aloneAnd so I’m down here, at the mallLouie store, these sells men know meI cause that anguish, I cause that self-frontHer wounds heal but I keep on cuttingWanna cut me up, like a ***** a chickShe rather be aloneAnd so I’m down here, at the mallGucci store, these sells men know meShe got so many purses,Never meant to hurt youBut I try to make it upIt’s not like I do it on purposeShe got so many purses,So many pursesSo many pursesSo many pursesShe got so many purses,Never meant to hurt youBut I try to make it upIt’s not like I do it on purposeShe got so many purses,So many pursesYou wouldn’t have so many if I was perfect love noBut since I’m not, your closet filled with stupid bagsBurk it, but let’s see all of that new sling on my stupid assKeep *****ing up, keep *****ing upCouple racks just to bustin upThank God she never bust me upOr bust my head when I was fast asleepSlow to marriage, fast to creepDamn G, you a fashion’s creepThank God for fashionI thank God for fashionYou done help me up, build me upTook my mind off the painWhether lock er or ***** erEither way I’m backs off the chainI cause that anguish, I cause that self-frontHer wounds heal but I keep on cuttingWanna cut me up, like a ***** a chickShe rather be aloneAnd so I’m down here, at the mallVersace store, these sells men know meI cause that anguish, I cause that self-frontHer wounds heal but I keep on cuttingWanna cut me up, like a ***** a chickShe rather be aloneAnd so I’m down here, at the mallPrada store, these sells men know meShe got so many purses,Never meant to hurt youBut I try to make it upIt’s not like I do it on purposeShe got so many purses,So many pursesSo many pursesSo many pursesShe got so many purses,Never meant to hurt youBut I try to make it upIt’s not like I do it on purposeShe got so many purses,So many pursesYou wouldn’t have so many if I was perfect love noTell me baby if I was perfectIf I was perfect loveUh, if I was perfectBut since I’m not, your closet filled with stupid bagsWith stupid bags, with stupid bagsBut since I’m not, your closet filled with stupid bagsWith stupid bags, with stupid bagsShe got so many purses,Never meant to hurt youBut I try to make it upIt’s not like I do it on purposeShe got so many purses,So many pursesSo many pursesSo many pursesShe got so many purses,Never meant to hurt youBut I try to make it upIt’s not like I do it on purposeShe got so many purses,So many pursesYou wouldn’t have so many if I was perfect love no
