paroles de chanson Life Simulator - Chris Ash

I don't really smoke like I used to
Trying to get these plays on YouTube
They don't really like it when you're too true
Rap is in my blood like Soo Woo
No gang affiliation
Passing on your bars, Litigation
Life seems like a simulation
And the AIs fucked, I'm losing patience

I might give it my all like that hero from Academia
Or I might go nuts like a packet of macadamia
Elm Street with a dream of packing a stadium
I'm a nightmare while I'm out here hacking and maiming ya
All these rappers lying, From my whip I could be taming ya
I'm a cheetah on features, Speeding past as I'm shaming ya
Miley with the Wrecking Ball, I swing in and I'm breaking them
Swapping bars with your Number 1, Sorry but I'm replacing them
It's about time I set up some punchlines
I'll take it back to High School Prom for the one time
I spiked it like it was Fourth Quarter in crunch time
Tom Brady, I'm the greatest, deflated and outshined
These unsigned rappers, Shit on them as I dump my
Mind on the sheet as my ink it runs wild
Like a drunk tattoo artist in prison, I've done time
I don't pen in the tentiary, It's just locked and I want mine

I don't really smoke like I used to
Trying to get these plays on YouTube
They don't really like it when you're too true
Rap is in my blood like Soo Woo
No gang affiliation
Passing on your bars, Litigation
Life seems like a simulation
And the AIs fucked, I'm losing patience

I want my credit you bitch
And you can't handle your biz
Like a bankrupt motherfucker running for president
I tell my homies that hate is a vampire, Don't let it in
Treat that shit like a message from your ex-bitch, On read again
Like the stop lights I'm running through, Fuck you
Impaired like double trouble, Munching on some mushrooms
Trippy on my triples, I'll go for a home run soon
For your information, I place my faith in the one true
God, I'm not religious, Scientific with the poetry
Dripping Liquid Nitrogen, Nobody else is cold as me
Painting a picture so perfect that your chick could probably pose for me
Puff a pipe as I pipe her, Pandora playing Jodeci
Slicing and dicing with lines as fucking cut as coke could be
Cooking dope up in the kitchen, That's where The Homie be
You said you wanted bars, Bulk chocolate, Get a load of these
Pleading I'm innocent, Hiding in a basket of potpourri

I don't really smoke like I used to
Trying to get these plays on YouTube
They don't really like it when you're too true
Rap is in my blood like Soo Woo
No gang affiliation
Passing on your bars, Litigation
Life seems like a simulation
And the AIs fucked, I'm losing patience