Kehlani - “Gangsta” from the Suicide Squad soundtrack
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Kehlani - “Gangsta” from the Suicide Squad soundtrack
It’s my party, and I’ll cry to the end.
I love this song more than anything
Little memories, marching on Your little feet, working the machine Will it spin, will it soar? My little dream, working the machine
I feel numb I feel numb in this kingdom
I’m petrified of being alone It’s pathetic, I know
Ancestors told me that their girl was better She’s richer than Croesus, she’s tougher than leather
If he said “help me kill the president”, I’d say he needs medicine. Sick of screaming “let us in”, Wires got the best of him.
Holy fucking shit.
You sit there in your heartache Waiting on some beautiful boy to To save you from your old ways
mama, come here approach, appear daddy, I’m alone ‘cause this house don’t feel like home
I’m gonna stay right here by your side, Do my best to keep you satisfied Nothin’ in the world can drive me away ‘Cause every day, you’ll hear me say
Baby, I’m yours
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“Where would I be if this were to go under? That’s a risk I’d take.”
I wish it was possible to mAke out with voices because I would be allllll over this dudes voice
this is so good omg
ohm y godD
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise You’re spilling like an overflowing sink You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece And now I’m tearing through the pages and the ink.