Quando Rondo – Materialistic Pain Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Materialistic Pain – Quando Rondo

I, I’ll never try that thing again that they call love

I can’t even lie lately, I been
I, I been caught up in my thoughts, shawty
Don’t think, don’t, don’t think I’m changing on you

Tell ’em crank up the ‘vette
Middle of the street, Hellcat Camaro, we racing
I remember the time when you turned your back on your dawg, I was locked in them cages
Now I got a bag full of racks, finna call up a jet, take a trip out to Vegas
If rapping don’t work then it’s back to the trappin’, the kitchen cabinet that what payed us

All these h*es, money, cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love
Out of all them flowers that’s gon’ grow in the garden, it’s one blue rose in the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid

Ayy, ayy, I smoked a pound of some weed in a day
I feel like I need another one
I caught a case for this tool on my waist
But I got out and got me another gun
She kept on tellin’ lies to my face
I left when she told me another one
When I look in the mirror, can see no one realer
I sit back and hand me another one
I wanna run it way way up, we gon’ stack it tall like the dinosaurs
If you see it and want it, you know you could get it
I buy the things you ain’t half afford
Me and Dodo shopping in designer stores
Drowning deep in the water, no diving board
Shining bright like a diamond she can’t afford
Every day I be grindin’ to get on Forbes

All these h*es, money, cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love
Out of all them flowers that’s gon’ grow in the garden, it’s one blue rose in the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid

I don’t care ’bout no model, they borin’
I be f**k on that ghetto lil’ b**ch wearing Jordans
Ayy, if I catch a opp then I’m scoring
Let them shots out the car, window tint it’s a foreign
Living life on the road, b**ch, I’m touring
Ain’t nobody came round, took my like out humungous
I done told ’em one time it’s your warning
A n**ga run up then I’m bustin’ his dome in
I don’t have a clue why she want me
I should’ve been grindin’, got caught up in romance
Shawty come change the climate
I want a Wockhardt put a line in the potion
Call this s**t perfect timing, Patek Phillipe and the Audemar, b**ch, it’s frozen
Say they look but can’t find me, I’m on the Southside crying tears in the ocean

All these h*es, money, cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can’t even find love
Out of all them flowers that’s gon’ grow in the garden, it’s one blue rose in the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid…

➤ Written by Quando Rondo
Album: Diary of a Lost Child
Produced by Dean Hall, Jay Lv & John Lam
Quando Rondo | 2020

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