Song #7: P Diddy. Sean Combs is an American rapper, music producer, and more... Much more.

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Song #7: P Diddy. Sean Combs is an American rapper, music producer, and more... Much more.

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Verse 1
P. Diddy threw a party,
Velvet ropes and tinted glass,
Signed the waiver, phone off limits,
What happens here stays in the past.
Baby oil on the leather,
Champagne dripping from the sky,
Heavy bass and breathing deeper,
Even shadows learned to lie.

Pre-Chorus
Bright lights shimmer,
Dark gets dimmer,
You better play it well.
Empires fall,
Behind that wall —
Where every secret sells.

Chorus
Freak off, P. Diddy,
Who's feelin' pretty?
Masks on tight, no shame tonight.
The younger, the better,
Light like a feather —
Touch the flame, then kill the light.
Do it freaky, do it right.

Velvet floors, no clocks, no time,
You walk in bold, but leave a whisper,
If you leave at all — that’s fine.
Gold chains, freak games,
Promises and pills,
While lawsuits bloom like fire,
In Hollywood hills.
Bright lights shimmer,
Dark gets dimmer,
You better play it well.
Empires fall,
Behind that wall —
Where every secret sells.

Chorus
Freak off, P. Diddy,
Who's feelin' pretty?
No more truth beneath the glow.
The younger, the better,
Light like a feather —
Now the curtain’s getting low.
Freak off fast, then go slow.
Rougher, rougher, twist the key,
Luxury hides the misery.
Freaked too far, the lights went black,
Now there's no one watching back.
Jail cell echoes, silence loud,
From yacht king to broken crown.

Freak off, P. Diddy,
No more glitzy city,
Your name fades under flashing light.
The higher, the stranger,
The fame turns to danger,
And every thrill comes with a bite.
Freak off, freak out,
The velvet turns doubt,
And the empire died overnight…
With P. Diddy.
Category
Rap
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