paroles de chanson BOLD TUNE - DOWN6

What you gon' play now? (Yo)

Okay, I feel this beat out, care to kneel for me or get out
Bear with meals that feeds a beast, wow
Close my eyes, I cannot see now
Vocalize, I plan now, keep out
Quite a mind that keeps a lead, how?
Just because A double D now
Smoothest brain, no wrinkles, increase thou

Style on the freestyle, mild with a freak, defile
Deeds in any scene, vile teens in the creek, wildly
Act a fool, never been to no afterschool
No sacks of cash or flashy jewels to pass me off as acting cool
Burnouts in the parking lot, you're not cool, you're just a fag
Lambo in the car garage, pooled around by bitching hags
No tax yet, I ain't flip no bricks, accent with a mono pinch
I wanna win this lotto, shit, I'd be so fuckin' off this grid

And outta here, you ain't gonna see these eyes again
Lies fly out the atmosphere, comply or comprehend
Everything, I'll shove your hollowness into a pit of quick sand
I'm sleepy, having withdrawals, follow the switch and listen
Stuck with twisted visions, wisdom follows sick ambition
Liquid quickly guzzled in the kitchen, sorrow for a smart decision
Heart broke, hear the faucet dripping
Hot shot throw up in the kitchen
Not hard to keep up your facade, the illnesses stay pimpin'

Windows tinted, bimbo stunting, no limit to this summit
Your image finna plummet, no coherent thought'll summon
Coddled flocks of unwilling dwellers
Stormin' in no matter the weather
Fathom the header of the fastest, elastic styles stretch with pleasure

Crack 'em like three eggs, measure the liquid
Temperature seeps in, hottest degrees, men
Acting like Jesus, when presentin' the thesis
I circle with peace, then, attack without a peep
I don't stack plaques for greed, actually, rappers see
How I perceive these stacks with ease, imagine then make a masterpiece
Sling halos like I'm Master Chief, pay load a catastrophe
Hey ho, wanna tap this beast? I'm not free for any hag who breathes

Get me out
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me out
What the fuck?
Get me out
Where am I at?
The fuck?
I'm dreaming

Mic check, one two, kick 'em out like Kung Fu
Lie dead, won't move, coldest with the bold tune
Folded when your show's due, motive gross like cold brew
Hold your pity ass excuse, why lash when in the wrong, dude?

Mic check, one two, kick 'em out like Kung Fu
Mic check
Mic check, one two