🎵 Kadar Montage // by Kadar M.

1 ContributorKadar Montage Lyrics [Verse 1] You don't even know that they’re a thing Besides, buddy doesn't seem like the type of guy You doomed to be asking her for a fling You're fine She can be yours [Bridge] Low melanin Beauty marks, beauty marks, beauty marks I’m not gonna stop, till I hit a milly F-f-fuck [Verse 2] Not gonna stop, until I hit a milly Feed my homies and shit my pocket, real empty Goals are only there to fulfill like laundry baskets Come seventeen I'll be someone with the rappin' Producin' too It's a chore but I like it, to be fair But I'd rather tie another noose to make trap music for the views [Bridge] Low melanin, beauty marks, sun kissed She beautiful with the [?] [Verse 3] She got a boyfriend, yeah I'm not depressed man, I have shit to get off, my chest and Incoming singles will tell you why I decided to become single Shits fire too, get a water cup and go Cop a cup of coffee, [?] [Bridge] Keep asking for her homework But I don't need it Because I don’t do my homework I just want her to t-talk to me I just like, when she talks to me [Verse 4] And I really, like her smile I don’t know what to do with my feelings Other than, just act like a child around her, and withhold, all this information that you'd probably like to hear I’d probably let her know how beautiful she is to me How pretty that I like, to see her eyes And her eyes are really nice, [?] [Bridge] Too dark for the light kids, and too light for the brown I got that luckwarm melanin and I'm not playin around Beaty marks, beauty marks [Verse 5] Aight, first off, you need to be confident And when you strike out, don't curse off, just recover it Second rule, don't be depressed, that’s fucking lame man Put away the bird claw you used for drippin' veins And third rule has its flaws, but all the same Still important, and if you ever do smash Don't forget to lowkey record iiit [Bridge] She's got a boyfriend She's got a boyfriend [Verse 6] Young girl with the Vans And lack of tan, I'm perfect for you, yeah I'm the damn man, you've got my soul skipping through fields And pressing X through a killin' cam, huh [Bridge] Beauty marks, beauty marks, beauty marks [Verse 7] I threw away two years of my life, and felt nothing I disconnected with only a few tears Strive, or something Took forever like a long stripped shirt with 22 buttons And queue the bird flock and the life box tops My gang sweep these mice like bitch coochie And boys with dandruff who hate fame and eat sushi