Songtexte Don't Flex - haych

"Hey mom?"
"Hello honey"
"Where do we go when we die?"
"Oh well- well we go somewhere very very nice
And- an- an- and very far away
Where everyone we love is"
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Wh-"

I got no ways you can face what you hate
Coz you're dry like that
On the front page but you hate a new day
Can't be happy that fast

She felt good when she bled on the ground
She wan't dry like that
But when she wakes up, makes up, chain tucked
Can't be happy that fast

My top, Nectar
Can't stop, won't stop
Dropping tracks, couple racks
Copping pieces, I don't flex

Seven AM, stay in bed
Can't get this shit out my head
I just wanna see my friends
Talking shit, 'till i'm dead

My top, Nectar
Can't stop, won't stop
Dropping tracks, couple racks
Copping pieces, I don't flex

Seven AM, stay in bed
Can't get this shit out my head
I just wanna see my friends
Talking shit, 'till i'm dead

I think that you're cute
This shit fucking overdue
When I pull up, fake crew
And we burn down the school

Pop my shit
Like i'm Posty with a stick
My bih dopey, Stauber shit
Echo ghostly, dimond ring
That's my focus

My neck will shine with the shit i'll get
When i'm dripping like that
I don't really know when i'm finna take off
But I haven't just yet

Your words hit hard, I can't sometimes
When your crying like that
But then you see your past and you see what we had
And you come right back

You don't know me
(We're on a hellslide, help us, help us)
When i'm like this
(We're on a hellslide)
I can't be me
(We're on a hellslide, help us, help us)
I'm not like this
(We're on a hellslide)

You don't know me
(We're on a hellslide, help us, help us)
When i'm like this
(We're on a hellslide)
I can't be me
(We're on a hellslide, help us, help us)
I'm not like this
(We're on a hellslide)

(Yeah, yea, yuh)
One, (Bee), Two (Skrr)
Cheah (Ayy)

My top, Nectar
Can't stop, won't stop
Dropping tracks, couple racks
Copping pieces, I don't flex

Seven AM, stay in bed
Can't get this shit out my head
I just wanna see my friends
Talking shit, 'till i'm dead

My top, Nectar
Can't stop, won't stop
Dropping tracks, couple racks
Copping pieces, I don't flex

Seven AM, stay in bed
Can't get this shit out my head
I just wanna see my friends
Talking shit, 'till i'm dead

We're on a hellslide, help us, help us
We're on a hellslide
We're on a hellslide, help us, help us
We're on a hellslide

"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Wh- why do I miss people who hurt me?"
"Well that's because you're a dummy, okay?
Dumb, little, stupid, little dumb-dumb"