paroles de chanson Pep Boy - Cole Myer

Everyone can talk, everyone can lie
Everyone can cheat, fuck it, everyone can die
I stay away from sources that hold public bias
You can see you got fans, but the facts ain't lyin'
Yeah, I'm a numbers player, we can break it down to stats
I can rap really fast, see me talk out my ass

Like a coal miner, workin' all day with my hands black
Fell in love one time, we don't mention that
Yeah, I like spendin' paper, but I love when money comin' in
Y'all was tryin' to blow up on my line, but you don't make no sense
Y'all was on my timeline, I clicked uninterested
Y'all was on my timeline, I clicked don't show again
Oh, there we go again, makin' all these flows again
Makin' all that shit up that I ain't never even noticing
Cold shoulder right up to they face until I blow the pen
Y'all thought you was really tough, but we don't notice it

Damn, she got anorexic, we can break it down to fat
Yeah, I been in the gym, I'm tryin' to lose it off my back
Yeah, she been hittin' chest, so she can finally grow a rack
I don't know shit about a Hellcat, but I wanna scat
Nah, it's a real thing, 2024 edition
Rhythm is somethin' that I was givin', I'm not even gifted
Like we playin' GTA, someone hired Hitman
He callin' mercenary, seein' him tweakin' off Ritalin

Bugs underneath your skin and Cole Myer's in your head
Shoutout to the women usin' men for dates to keep 'em fed
They see me in the lab, I'm makin' shit, they call me Johnny Test
Cause I'm always with my dog, I don't ever stress
Basil and Oregano, bitch, I'm rockin' with Sage
I would lay you in a body bag, don't put us in a cage
If the UFC call me, then you better count your days
All these bitches shakin' ass and I ain't even really fazed
I ain't a soldier, I ain't a trooper, I'm like John Wick
Cause I pull up in all black and I go pop shit
Like I've been workin' nonstop, I'm exhausted
But I can't take a damn break, I'm the boss, bitch
Talk about drip, talk about water, I'm the faucet
Yeah, y'all like dirty mop water in the bucket
Yeah, butter in a socks, Sam Puckett
If they ain't rockin' with my ass, it's fuck 'em

Yeah, inside of your posse, I see infidelities, bunch of felonies
Yeah, Ro gon row your boat and then I ask him "can you make a beat for me?"
Lookin' at a bunch of women I don't want, but every one of them wanna get a piece of me
You can barely speak straight, then you smoke a straight PCP
Don't fuck with C's and D's, only A's and B's
Y'all want a piece of this, but you're out my reach
I'm not Disney Channel, I'm Mr. Beast
I tend to give out money to the really, really needy
I don't even want you to pay me back, I told your ass to keep it
Radiohead, all these bitches, I'ma creep it
I go future Hendrix, everybody gotta go free bands

Yes, I'm a Pep boy
Automobiles and mechanics need a new toy
Broke my heart down, I once was filled with joy
Now they got me comin' like a soldier, ready to deploy
The plot thickens
Everybody runnin' with they head cut off, chickens
Young Thug, Money Man, I just get the digits
Juice Wrld, I'm a bad boy bout my business
I ain't ever takin' pills, though, that's a bad substance
I ain't even take the car out, cause the cat bubblin'
I'm an OG when I'm drivin', call me Doc Hudson
Took away my keys from the bar, cause I'm bent stumblin'