Noraa Ish
Homecoming Queen
Hip-Hop music
Location: Portland/United States
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Lyrics/Info:
Chorus
Livin in a dream
Shorties homecoming queen
So come home to the king
VS-2  no B.S.
P.s. I love you
 
1st Verse
Feelin like..shorties life times away, sh*t I got..a few lifetimes to wait
Come on…Live a movie now, rose color tints let the roof lay down
Rappers using Gucci as a rufy now
I’ll be damned if a groupie ever shoot me down, for not shoppin up town
But if she do please just shoot me now I can’t see how
We always get what we don’t need
Like I needed 20g’s at 21 please
Here go some fits an a car key
A few drink nights, a few fights an my car got seized
Is it my fault when the sh*t fall apart
Or is God’s art just painted in the dark
For what its worth I still speak from the heart
So don’t dance when my song come on or I’m gone
 
Chorus
Livin in a dream
Shorties homecoming queen
So come home to the king
VS-2 no B.S.
P.s. I love you
 
2nd Verse
Feelin like..my whole life's on display
Stand in front of lights an writing life on a page
Ya either do or ya don’t say
Ya either real or ya pump fake
Maybe..you don’t know what it cost to be me
Noraa Ish baby as seen on T.V
An I ain’t the best cause I say I am
I’m the best just cause the way I am
Ya ever pull off the top layer?
Just to see what you got there
Is you hot now?
Or do it don’t matter?
I would love you if I knew you but I don’t so its so scattered
Let my thoughts gather
We don’t even look at truth no more
Look at you now you ain’t you no more
Excuse me if I call ya Ms. Unicorn
Ya mighta been real but the proof is gone
 
Chorus
Livin in a dream
Shorties homecoming queen
So come home to the king
VS-2 no B.S.
P.s. I love you
 
3rd Verse
Now…she a run way slave
Addicted to the lights in a one way cave
Looking more like a cradle to the grave
Implants an Botox reverse her age
8,760th day..but looks 38 she went the wrong way
What the worse is tho…surgery ruined all the personal
She was gorgeous for she ever said Dior
Yea your vocab changed but your soul changed more
Leave the sh*t at the door
Poor little tink tink, little tink doll
Partied to the wall cocaine an alcohol
Popping pills for the cure, can’t escape the allure Louis, Moss, an Couture
We all come in pure
But somewhere along the line get lost in the sewer 

Chorus
Livin in a dream
Shorties homecoming queen
So come home to the king
VS-2 no B.S.
P.s. I love you
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