Mona Lissa 2024 (feat. Funk Man & Rizzy) - Krølla, 10 2 & Schrøder

Be mine without you I might get so miserable And I can't tell what's wrong and right Being on my side Life ain't easy right You feel so underestimated, But you're all my pride You-uuuh, uuh-uh, uuh-uh You-uuuh, uuh-uh My wait causes you to wait Guess I'm young and depreciated About to run away If I had your name, They've got nothing to claim But our love ain't that celebrated Though I know it won't stray. You-uuuh, uuh-uh, uuh-uh You-uuuh, uuh-uh Knowing there's no better man You take me 'cause you understand When I can't breathe, when it cuts deep Don't you know we're meant to be?! You-uuuh, uuh-uh, uuh-uh You-uuuh, uuh-uh

I feel high at the upper park, Next thing you know, I'm back to the start. His Claim I lie is ripping me apart, Creates his own I should call it art. So go and run hustle hard, When I catch you and I will imma eat you up. 'Cause i'm a maneater, man-needer, maneater I wouldn't trust me either. Maneater, man-needer, maneater I wouldn't trust me either. I say hi then my finger's scarved, Next thing you know you've got to whipe your car. Does it beat, Boy, your plastic heart, 'Cause when you showed you set your love apart. 'Cause i'm a maneater, man-needer, maneater I wouldn't trust me either. Maneater, man-needer, maneater I wouldn't trust me either. (Imma eat you up).

Imma' be paid forever I look up Finally Famous Nigga I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline All this bread can't be good for my cholesterol Don't come round' talking loudly, fucking up my repertoire dawg I can't lie bruh lately I've been stressing heavily I'm sipping, popping, smoking on whatever take the pressure off Diss you, FF Imperial til my burial Dodging every bullet and venereal Anti-fuckboy material til I'm dead, I'm living proof, If you focus on what's in front of you and not what's in the peripheral It's gone, word? Boy I seen drama on drama Drama on drama over comma on comma I'm bringing home dead prez, my house done feel like its haunted I put the city on my back, right along with my garments Went to sleep, snoring I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline I got 3 jobs like I'm Jamaican though I need 3 wives like I was Haitian though One cook, one clean, the other PMS'ing, ho Hablo ingles' If police have questions they don't know what that mean nigga They say Detroit going through the great depression Still it's been depressed so long I can't even tell depression here My homeboy still gon' pull up on them rims big as a Ferris wheel So many rides up on the curb my lil cuz thought the fair was here Like oh, I'm primo, top spot redeemed ho, for who? My team And we might take a trip to Jamaica, Montego, pussy and flamingos Got me thinking the fuck I need to sleep for? I woke up working like a Mexican That mean I work from 10 to 10 Then 10 to 10, then 10 again Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline

Hmm, hmm Tell me what happened Did the love lust lead your life? Did you start thinking ways to fill the void Replaced with endless scrolling spite? And if you look out the window Do you see the big, wider world? Or is it just another tissue paper Fragile painting of the earth? I'm gonna get an abortion I'm gonna lose my mind In about 10 weeks from now You'll forget me Tell me, how you're doing Was it a casual oversight? That led you to point your figure You were put here just to die Waiting for the firing squad You're quaking at the knees Praying to any god who'll listen You'll get your vitamin D, oh I'm gonna get an abortion I'm gonna lose my mind In about ten weeks from now It will all be fine Okay