Waiting on Madonna - Sean Leon

They’re like

«I don’t understand why you fucking with that Porsche, nigga?

She don’t fuck around, why you fucking with that whore?»

I’m like

«That's my bitch»

They’re like

«Nigga, you don’t own her

She belong to the game, along with the fame»

I’m like

«The Porsche ain’t just a Porsche, it’s life or death

It’s the mistake that’s made that separates failure and success

But you don’t get it

If I don’t get them suicides, I’ll be suicidal

So this shit here is do or die

It’s symbolic

Chasing perfection, being complacent, wanting progession

Just call my Porsche Madonna

(just call my Porsche Madonna)

Waiting on my Madonna…»

She told me

«Come here to the edge»

I said

«I can’t, I’m afraid»

She told me

«Come here to the edge»

I said

«I can’t, I’ll fall»

She told me

«Come here to the edge»

So I went

I was afraid

But when I came

She push me off the edge

And I flew…

I’m hoping that the sky might fall to crush me

Along with my many flaws

But that’s just a metaphor

Shit got me feeling like if the world ends, I’ll be ready for it

And I’m hoping that the gravity will carry me aloft before it buries me

But if it ever falls, I’ll be ready for it all