CURSED Songtext
von Meechy Darko

(Whoa)
You know that sound? Haha
Clase Azul for when we feelin′ blue (whoa)
We celebrate with '42
This is Gothic Luxury
The eyes always rojo, we ain′t trippin' off no hoe
You feel me? Haha

Meechy Dark, but we keep it light (whoa)
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 is bittersweet
It's like a thick shorty with bad teeth, but you still gon′ take it down (whoa)
Ayo, it's Meechy Dark
Like I said, it's Gothic Luxury, my name is Rell Knoxx
And I′ma intro you to this, to this luxurious production
We here, what you saying Meech? Let′s get it


Vengeance is in the path to glory, but revenge feel better
Than being the only man in an orgy, with 50 bitches
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'"
Pulled my arm away and said, "Bitch, 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
Fuck it, rather die a feared nigga than a scared nigga
Yeah, nigga, I said, "Yeah, nigga," ironically, this year, nigga
My vision far from impaired nigga, it ain′t clear, nigga
Who sent you here nigga? Shots in your head, nigga

Army guns with the hair-triggers, brand new lungs, I smoke different
Burn money, crack jokes at broke niggas (pow, pow)
Since life's a joke, I smoke niggas
Twisted logic, twisted chronic
Higher than Beyoncé budget, I'm just fuckin′ honest
I′d rather die on the streets than die from police
Rather die with my pride than die on my knees

Like a bitch, like a whore, like a slut
Like a skeez, like a flea, like a cat
Like a mutt, take these, matter fact, take that
Switch gears, same speed
Bad bitch has got a ego, gotta learn how to feed hers


Might just be some fees, uh
Baddie from Indonesia fuck me for a Visa
Still can't tell if she wanna be here
Or be here, but fuck it, nigga, we here
My voice is an instrument, nigga, I don′t need snare
Or bass and the treble
Come fuck 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

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

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord
They tryna curse me
Why you wanna break me down? (Why they wanna break me?)
Why they wanna break me down? (Why they wanna break me?)
Why they wanna break me down?
Curse me, curse me, curse me, curse me, ooh, Lord
They tryna curse me
Still tryna break me (still tryna break me)
Why you wanna break me down (why you wanna break me)
(Down)

Shout out to all the hating niggas watching face
That just makes the ladies love us more (haha)
This a celebration, we got so much '42
You would think it′s Times Square train station
Ayo, my life′s a movie, but you'd never be able to play me
Now I just want you to remember that, forever and always
Not with a script, not with a crew
Not with a cam, not with a booth