Songtexte Chinchilla - Mracks

This world is so cold that I keep a Chinchilla
This world is so cold that I keep a Chinchilla
I'm all bout my bag and I'm all bout my skrilla
I hang with the gang and I hang with the killers
(Yeah)
(Yeah)

This world is so cold that I keep a chinchilla
I'm all bout my bag and I'm all bout my skrilla
I hang with the gang and I hang with the killers
Banana clip on me I'm going gorilla
By the end of the year tryna touch me a million
You don't live what you say so I don't even feel ya
Heard you talk behind backs and you talk behind pillows
And if we kill your mans you gon seem like a widow (Woah)
I get lost in thought, I get high for every time I feel low
Lately I feel lost, I need time to heal, Need time to grow
I overthink a lot, I got demons that steady be haunting my soul
I'mma give it all I got, I pray to god that this world don't turn me cold

Yeah, Yeah
I got some things that I cannot control
I got some things that I need to let go
A lot up on my mental
I'm still rocking with the same bros
Never switching like Nintendo
Four-Five gotta keep a pole
You already know how that goes
They tryna call me menace, What is my name racks no tennis
Thought I was done but I barely be finished
I told my boy that's this just the beginning
Lord forgive me for the times I was sinning
Looked at the top and I wanna be winning
Laugh at these boys cause they really my children
And I'm all bout my bag no, I'm not in my feelings (Yeah, Yeah)

This world is so cold that I keep a chinchilla
I'm all bout my bag and I'm all bout my skrilla
I hang with the gang and I hang with the killers
Banana clip on me I'm going gorilla
By the end of the year tryna touch me a million
You don't live what you say so I don't even feel ya
Heard you talk behind backs and you talk behind pillows
And if we kill your mans you gon seem like a widow (Woah)
I get lost in thought, I get high for every time I feel low
Lately I feel lost, I need time to heal, Need time to grow
I overthink a lot, I got demons that steady be haunting my soul
I'mma give it all I got, I pray to god that this world don't turn me cold

Mister Mracks I'm the man with the plan
Walk in the spot with like sixty-five bands
Hating on me but I don't give a damn
I'm holding all my pain back like a dam
I can't go back never again, Mister Mracks do it straight for the fam
I cannot change who I am, I'm cooking in the stu with pots and pans
(Yeah) And I'm cooking in the stu with pots and pans
(Yeah) I got a lot up on my mind, a lot up on my hands
(Yeah) And they be hating on me but I don't give a damn
(Yeah) I don't wanna see myself that low again

This world is so cold that I keep a chinchilla
I'm all bout my bag and I'm all bout my skrilla
I hang with the gang and I hang with the killers
Banana clip on me I'm going gorilla
By the end of the year tryna touch me a million
You don't live what you say so I don't even feel ya
Heard you talk behind backs and you talk behind pillows
And if we kill your mans you gon seem like a widow (Woah)
I get lost in thought, I get high for every time I feel low
Lately I feel lost, I need time to heal, Need time to grow
I overthink a lot, I got demons that steady be haunting my soul
I'mma give it all I got, I pray to god that this world don't turn me cold

I move them racks from the west to the southside
My demons outside no, I can't let them inside
She said she love me, I feel that's a damn lie
I miss when my mama would tell me it's alright