Season of Pride versuri

Season of Pride lyrics by Yxng Davi

Verse 1
Grab my partner, said, „I wanna start an opera”
She said, „Go do it Davi, I could never stop ya
Write a song about me, sing it in Nevada”
She don’t like it, okay, go on with the drama
But she like the money, swooping in like commas
Vacation out the country, shake it up like new maracas
Making sure it fits me if I ever bought her Prada
Selfish thoughts are healthy thoughts, it’s something like a mantra

Chorus
Something of a product of what you get from a pocket
Like you robbed it, swerving up to broken lockets
Underneath is where the profit is
The positives is eating out the goddesses
The problem is, that I’m convinced, there’s only one truly opposite
Sadly, I know my future is suicide murder
And don’t you dare frame it like I’m doing it for her
Needed inspiration, I’m doing it for work
When you find us, sell our bodies, want to know how much it’s worth

Verse 2
Self sustaining operations, keeping us afloat
Akin to cutlery, the way she’s choking out my throat
Forging mercy, now she wants me to remain alone
Cooking, what she calls it, when I fuck her on the stove
Sinking in emotions Barbie, patching up the boat
With friendly waves, I’m not depraved of what you wouldn’t say in notes
Loosely entertained, when she’s calling us her show
Slightly sicker since my preference is a different road

Chorus
Something of a product of what you get from a pocket
Like you robbed it, swerving up to broken lockets
Underneath is where the profit is
The positives is eating out the goddesses
The problem is, that I’m convinced, there’s only one truly opposite
Sadly, I know my future is suicide murder
And don’t you dare frame it like I’m doing it for her
Needed inspiration, I’m doing it for work
When you find us, sell our bodies, want to know how much it’s worth

Verse 3
You got bright ideas, I’m above what’s overhead
Hit the ground running, ‘cause I want to stretch my legs
Like the moving on, I like the past left in the grave
Wiser, don’t recall the moments we could not forget
Pause, wait, I would go back in a second
If she thought I learned my lesson
Text her at the moment I could use her at as a mention
Obsessed with redemption, I barely breathe as I says it
So for now, I’ll keep writing until I find the right sentence

Chorus
Something of a product of what you get from a pocket
Like you robbed it, swerving up to broken lockets
Underneath is where the profit is
The positives is eating out the goddesses
The problem is, that I’m convinced, there’s only one truly opposite
Sadly, I know my future is suicide murder
And don’t you dare frame it like I’m doing it for her
Needed inspiration, I’m doing it for work
When you find us, sell our bodies, want to know how much it’s worth