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Love Kills Video (MV)




Performed By: Jr. Sous
Length: 2:27
Written by: Brandon Holley




Jr. Sous - Love Kills Lyrics




Im tryin to get rich, so i can give a shit
About working for the rest of my life in this bitch
You will never like me if i dont like myself
Now i gotta get up, and try to do something else
With my time, my life, im running outta space
You lookin at me stupid, like i am the fool
I shoulda gone to college i shoulda gone to school
I cant even count, i will never amount to shit
Climbed the mountain, found the fountain
Been lookin at the wrong things
Not doin anything
So much stress on the brain my eyes sting
Aint no way to cope, except to shut up and smoke dope
Pouring up a drink goin down a slope
Now i skate on em, and they hate on em
Cuz they know how im finna be great on em
Bust or bail, heads or tail
Flip a coin, throw it down the well
Make a wish to reminisce
About a time that you had any better than this

Ill say it aint shit, like shrimp and grits
321 with the mix, now im whippin up a hit
Something so nice so dope so right
Whippin up the white saffron wit the rice
Southern fried shit
Hot butter on a biscuit
Cookin up a hit in a matter of minutes
Yo i swear to god this is something to be witnessed
You gon know whos is charge when im mothaf*ckin finshed
Sittin back drinkin guinness, smokin spinach
Gettin wild pimp bussin doors of the hinges
Aint nothing to see here
But me and my peers
Gettin hi drinkin beer tryna live wit no fear
Ship finna sail, yo nigga take action
Im the programmer droppin hammers straight thrashin
Never before seen, new to accomplish
Transform this, start a wave in the mosh pit
No ignoring it when i hit the floor wit it
Everybody knows this is some wonderful shit
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Im tryin to get rich, so i can give a shit
About working for the rest of my life in this bitch
You will never like me if i dont like myself
Now i gotta get up, and try to do something else
With my time, my life, im running outta space
You lookin at me stupid, like i am the fool
I shoulda gone to college i shoulda gone to school
I cant even count, i will never amount to shit
Climbed the mountain, found the fountain
Been lookin at the wrong things
Not doin anything
So much stress on the brain my eyes sting
Aint no way to cope, except to shut up and smoke dope
Pouring up a drink goin down a slope
Now i skate on em, and they hate on em
Cuz they know how im finna be great on em
Bust or bail, heads or tail
Flip a coin, throw it down the well
Make a wish to reminisce
About a time that you had any better than this

Ill say it aint shit, like shrimp and grits
321 with the mix, now im whippin up a hit
Something so nice so dope so right
Whippin up the white saffron wit the rice
Southern fried shit
Hot butter on a biscuit
Cookin up a hit in a matter of minutes
Yo i swear to god this is something to be witnessed
You gon know whos is charge when im mothaf*ckin finshed
Sittin back drinkin guinness, smokin spinach
Gettin wild pimp bussin doors of the hinges
Aint nothing to see here
But me and my peers
Gettin hi drinkin beer tryna live wit no fear
Ship finna sail, yo nigga take action
Im the programmer droppin hammers straight thrashin
Never before seen, new to accomplish
Transform this, start a wave in the mosh pit
No ignoring it when i hit the floor wit it
Everybody knows this is some wonderful shit
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Writer: Brandon Holley
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