Cursed Lyrics

Cursed Song Lyrics

[Intro]
You know that sound? Haha
Classy and soulful for when we feelin' blue
We celebrate the 42
This is Gothic Luxury
The eyes always roll over, we ain't trippin' off no hoe
You feel me? Haha
Meechy Dark, but we keep it light
We just let the vibes flow, we don't force 'em
Matter of fact, only time we force 'em is when we rockin' the all whites
We call 'em uptowns where we from, you know I'm sayin'
Revenge be the sweet, it's likе a thick shorty with bad teeth, but you still gon' take it down
Ayo, it's Meechy Dark
Like I said, it's Gothic Luxury, my name is [?]
I'ma intro you to this, to this luxurious production, wе here, what you saying Meech, let's get it
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Vengeance is in the path to glory, but revenge feel better
Than being the only man in an orgy, with fifty b**ches
Last week I got my palm read from a gypsy, she said I got a dark past
And karma's only inches away from where you're sittin'
Pull my arm away and said "b**ch, you better tell me different"
She said that "You deserve what you're gettin'"
I paid her in counterfeit money, hopped in the car and revved out my engine
f**k you, rather die a feared nigga than a scared nigga
Yeah, nigga, I said yeah nigga, ironically, this year, nigga
My vision fall from impaired nigga, it ain't clear, nigga
Who sent you here nigga? Shots in your head, nigga
Army guns with the hair-triggers, breadcrumbs, I smoke different
Burn money, crack jokes at broke niggas (Pow, pow)
This was the joke, I smoke niggas
Twisted logic, twisted chronic
Higher than Beyoncé budget, I'm just f**kin' honest
I rather die on the streets than die from police
Rather die with my pride than die on my knees
Like a b**ch, like a whore, like a sl*t
Like a skeez, like a flee, like a cat
Like I mutt, take these, matter fact, take this
Switch gears, same speed
Bad b**ches got a ego, that I learned how to feed us
Might just see some [?]
Bad b**ch from Indonesia f**k me for a Visa
Still can't tell if she wanna be here
Or be here, but f**k it, nigga, we here
My voice is an instrument, nigga, I don't need snare
Or bass and the treble
Come f**k with the devil if you prepared
It ain't sinnin' if you winnin', I believe that
Life's a trip, I'm just chillin' with my seat back
Vroom, vroom, middle finger as I speed past
[Chorus: Kirk Knight]
Eyes wide open 'til I see a hundred mil'
If I listened to you niggas, I wouldn't be here
I'm just prayin' I can get the mansions on the hills
I'm just prayin' I can get my girl the latest heels
Curses (Curses), they put curses on me (Curses on me)
They put curses, but it ain't workin' on me, yeah

[Bridge]
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord
They trynna curse me
Why they wanna break me?
Why they wanna break me?
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord
They trynna curse me
Still trynna break me
Why you wanna break me?

[Outro]
Shout out to all the hating niggas watching face
I just make sure the ladies love us more (haha)
This a celebration, we got so much 42
You'd think it's Times Square train station
Ayo, my life's a movie, but you'd never be able to play
I want you to remember that forever and always
Not with a [?], not with a crew, not with a cam, not with a roof
Meechy Dark