Skizzy Mars - Ruin My Life lyrics

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Skizzy Mars - Ruin My Life lyrics

[Intro: Skizzy Mars] Message erased I'm just more clear There's more clarity, mentally, and I'm in a good place Which for me, when I'm in, like, a good place Spiritually, mentally, emotionally it just opens up the pathways for creativity And then I've had, had this perspective so I have a lot I want to say And I— I feel this project is like what Is what New York sounds like to me [Verse 1] Stubs on, sipping coffee in the afternoon Merchandise bringing passive revenue I need a bad b*tch with an attitude See you getting money, can't be mad at you (Yeah) Shawty threw up, but she still drinking My homie pulled up in a black Bimmer Sweet Cali girls, but they smoke sour Two ex ni**as and they both rappers This ain't a comeback 'cause I never left Heard your catalog, I was unimpressed They stealing all my styles, they committing theft I'd give it all away, but still got so much left Sushi dinners with the homies, I handle the bill Two thousand for the Monc', the winter is real Making more bread since I got out my deal She breaking my heart, I gotta keep it real [Chorus] These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night New York girls gon' ruin my whole life Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time, yeah These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night New York girls gon' ruin my whole life Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time [Verse 2] Speeding down 5th Ave., cash on the dashboard We was going too fast, that's what we crashed for Don't know what you thinking, maybe I should ask more All we do is fight, we used to laugh more I could've been Joe Manchin But I'd rather chill, smoke weed in a mansion Engraved money clip on the hundreds we countin' Smokin' weed in some Etro shorts in her brand new Porsche Hermès lipstick when she kiss on me Stella McCartney panties when you strip for me Honesty, to you, that's a foreign concept You take everything out of context Red rope the VIP, last night was lit Clip sesh for brunch, the shrimp and grits Red wine on your couch and a flick Couple drinks, sh*t escalated quick [Chorus] These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night New York girls gon' ruin my whole life Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time, yeah These New York girls gon' ruin my whole night New York girls gon' ruin my whole life Tell me lies, tell me lies, falling for 'em every time

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