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Wishbonee - Questions Lyrics



Wishbonee - Questions Lyrics
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Aye why we drinking New Amsterdam? Anyone of y'all ever been to New Amsterdam
Questions, Hollon I got questions
Answers, Hollon who is u pressin
Why you ask for my opinion
To determine how you feeling
Don't ask for recognition, as if I ain't paying attention
When yo hands ain't never in it
But yo hands always be out
How you feel me we ain't touching
I should buss you in yo mouth
Bring RedRum to yo house
Pull every gun out my couch
See at first I couldn't fathom change, till I started feeling strange
Really made me alter thangs, I was left outside drenched in the rain
Left outside cold in thew snow, still I can't ignore a cry for help
Ill intentions asking' me questions you can't even ask yourself
Who is he alone
Back when I was born they had a swarm of thunder storms
I had a interview with God, and I ain't ask him nothin
He said everything I am, I put it in my son
If I mess up then I'm bound to take another form
Ain't got no time to care what so & so think bout my song
We fight each other, but police the one put us in zones
It never mattered right or wrong, it still go on and on
Man I ain't got nomo
Questions, Hollon I got questions
Answers, Hollon who is u pressin
Sheesh, how you explain a mental dismantle
When sensitivities entities enter me on a random, occasion
This conversation might follow up in the night, when the screamin from neighbors dreamin come creepin upon yo life
Quick question, why you think Humpty fell down that wall
Imbalanced? or was a splatter or liquor rubbin his jaws, oh naw
No need to scatter the truth will come to you all, the killers the blood spillers and sinners stuck in these walls
Questions, hollon I got questions
Seconds, hollon it's still breakfast
Questions, hollon I got questions
Leverage, go longer than a message
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Aye why we drinking New Amsterdam? Anyone of y'all ever been to New Amsterdam
Questions, Hollon I got questions
Answers, Hollon who is u pressin
Why you ask for my opinion
To determine how you feeling
Don't ask for recognition, as if I ain't paying attention
When yo hands ain't never in it
But yo hands always be out
How you feel me we ain't touching
I should buss you in yo mouth
Bring RedRum to yo house
Pull every gun out my couch
See at first I couldn't fathom change, till I started feeling strange
Really made me alter thangs, I was left outside drenched in the rain
Left outside cold in thew snow, still I can't ignore a cry for help
Ill intentions asking' me questions you can't even ask yourself
Who is he alone
Back when I was born they had a swarm of thunder storms
I had a interview with God, and I ain't ask him nothin
He said everything I am, I put it in my son
If I mess up then I'm bound to take another form
Ain't got no time to care what so & so think bout my song
We fight each other, but police the one put us in zones
It never mattered right or wrong, it still go on and on
Man I ain't got nomo
Questions, Hollon I got questions
Answers, Hollon who is u pressin
Sheesh, how you explain a mental dismantle
When sensitivities entities enter me on a random, occasion
This conversation might follow up in the night, when the screamin from neighbors dreamin come creepin upon yo life
Quick question, why you think Humpty fell down that wall
Imbalanced? or was a splatter or liquor rubbin his jaws, oh naw
No need to scatter the truth will come to you all, the killers the blood spillers and sinners stuck in these walls
Questions, hollon I got questions
Seconds, hollon it's still breakfast
Questions, hollon I got questions
Leverage, go longer than a message
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Writer: Corinthian Noble-Talton, Tarrence Smith, Isaiah Noble-Talton
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