Jason Voorheezy - PSYCHEDELIC RAP Songtexte

Songtexte PSYCHEDELIC RAP - Jason Voorheezy




Aye
Yo
But I can hear myself
But I can hear myself
But I can
Woah
I can hear myself but now I fucking can't
Because I'm the fucking best
Yeah
I'm the fucking best
Yeah
Psychedelic rap
Yeah
Psychedelic rap
Yeah
This that mothafuckin'
What?
Psychedelic rap
Yeah
If you wanna see this side of me, for real, bae, you gotta earn it
If you wanna see this side of me, for real, bae, you gotta earn it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't believe that she was a fuckin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't believe that she was a fuckin' virgin
Made my demons into my homies but I still miss my babies
She been hittin' me up a lot
Yeah, yeah, she miss me lately
Ugh, ugh
What if this is all just one big reality show
And they're watching from other planets
Woah
Woah
Woah
Ha
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic-in-yo'-fuckin'-bitch
I'm fuckin' blat, blat, blat
Turned my demons into homies
Yeah
I'm fuckin' designer bitches and designer on me
Got designer cologne on me
Designer bitches, designer clothes, designer
What?
Yeah, I still wear it here and there, man, I don't give a mothafuckin'
What?
Yeah, yeah
Bro, I'm literally
Litterally just the younger version of my 30 year old me
Oh my god
And I'm so fuckin' lit, man
I'm so fuckin' lit, man
See how ahead of my time I am?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just don't give a mothafuckin' damn
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so lit, man
The letter "A" is really just throwin' up the Roc
I ain't talkin' 'bout barfin' Dwayne Johnson
But if you know, lil' bruh
Woah
Luminaryhawaii.com
Luminaryhawaii.com
Luminaryhawaii.com
Luminary
Yeah
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic-in-yo-bitch's-crib-I'm-hittin'-that
This that
What?
What?
What?
Yeah, you know I never miss
Yeah
You know I got a lotta' fuckin' Hawaii bitches
Ugh, yeah
Turned my demons into my homies
Turned my demons into my homies
Fuckin' designer bitches
Designer clothes, designer cologne on me
Yeah
I still wear it though 'cause I don't give a fuck, man
Fuck all that shit, man
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Yeah
As real as it gets
Still me after ego death
Still me after ego death
Still Voorheezy after ego death
This my gift to the world
Yeah
Yeah
This my gift to the world
(After my death)
This my gift to the world
This my gift to the world
(After my death)
Yeah, as real as it gets
Still as real as it gets
Yeah
I'm as real as it gets
Yeah
I'm as real as it gets
I told you, I'm real as it gets
Yeah
Still me after ego death
Still me after ego death
Still Voorheezy
Yeah
Still Voorheezy after ego
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic-in-yo-bitch's-crib-I'm-hittin'-that
Yeah
That psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic rap
This that psychedelic-in-yo-bitch's-crib-I'm-hittin'-that
Yeah
Even when I'm at rock bottom, I'll never fall off
Yeah
Still runnin' 838 circuits around all of y'all
If you identify with a snake secretly prayin' on my downfall
Pull the fuck up
I got a gift for you outside
Come to find out it's a mothafuckin' clown car
Brown hair, big tits with a hometown star
I ain't even tryin' and they like, "How? He got so hard"
You gotta go through hell to get this hard
I ain't even scratch the surface, bae
I'm just getting started



Autor(en): John Russ


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