Magda from Bedroom Tapes by Missy Girl

Why are you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
Now why are you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
They cage your mind and stay there
Enlist my wild slowly

Thorns green
Each for our mighty friend
All our mighty faith
Befell our mighty fate

How low were you, high near you?
Heartbeats piled on...

Why you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
Now wile you through it to love her

A man may once say,
“I’ve some time for joy
While Love’s land lie calm.”

Oh

Are you mad, Miss?
Was she wearing less?
Now why are you mad, Miss?
Where’s she carry Mishnah?
While you there felt your shame
Tell her luck to play

I said, “Hey Wren,
Who fed that bird
On the bed singing?”
They never tell
They’ve oathed tonight per their sleight

Let me win
End me
Give me gale, for she bent me cloudy
Keep it heavy
I’ll look in when baby holds me
I need me her hair, her feet, her face in bed
Be glad she needs me

• Hip-Hop/Rap
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