paroles de chanson 3 Tearz (feat. Run the Jewels) - Danny Brown

(Oh we-, we went to school alright, haha
We went to school, we was doin' JPEGs)
Check

Used to cut the rock with no glove on (style)
Shove on, for the block, develop a love jones (yeah)
The reason why your - got them rug burns (ah)
It's no limit, call me Mr. Serv-On (yeah)

Work all day 'til the work gone (style)
Talkin' back in the day when I had a chirp phone (boop)
My n- made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zone
Had to say I was a smoker just so I could go home (home)

Every day, another episode (style)
I'm just tryna hear the beat like the stethoscope (yeah)
Like my bass lines thick, like a Texas -
It was written, but the signature not legible (nah)

Drink so much, I could drown a fish
On some other s- (style)
A demon on the hunt for the succubus (style)
Why you on some pedo s-? Hit it then f- her b- (bowp)
I don't think you know who you're f- with (yeah)

Two tears in a bucket, f- it (style)
I don't care about nothin', nothin' (no)
Two tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin' (style)

Danny, it's dangerous
Run The Jewels is chaos in arrangements
S-'ll give your f-face a facelift
Poppa did the Triple Lindsy flip when the 'caine hit
Mama never met a bottle that she couldn't drain quick (ayy)

Stuck in a rude mood, the f- approaches
Like we believe in nothin' Lebowski (yes, Lebowski), there's no motive
I babble on, tryna get bags like, "F- all of 'em"
Death is on my couch and I'm telling' him jokes, stallin' him

Plus, I offer one of my smokes, he smoked all of 'em
True doom, eat up your crew, like MM... FOOD
Say the name, it's like you prayin' for pain, but you rude
Got a brain? You gon' move it or lose it, you screwed

I'm profane, it's deranged, it is sick, real s-
If I'm correct, the really cool kids prolly callin' it lit (hey, kids)
Call it s- that I am culling from my brain with a switch
Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go and get rich

Three tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Three tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin', hol' up

I don't give a f- 'bout Trump, who got dump?
Who protesting collections at their garbage dump?
And I don't really give - about givin' a f-
And who feels that black celebrities ain't givin' enough

Give 'em the-, fat, slick son of a b-
Better than you are, what you are's the son of a-
My dad told me that your mom was somethin' mean on her knees
But thank God we ain't related, 'cause she s- the seeds

Happy belated, I'm elated to know we ain't related
So tell your special kids stop saying Auntie Shana my lady
I sip on fine wines, fine dine with dimes and nines
I got an Einstein mind and I still tote iron

I'm a P-I-M-P in my own rhyme
Space-age gorilla pimpin' out the cage with mine
(Would you steal for me?)
If it's -damn mine
(Would you kill for me?)
B-ch, you out your -damn mind
And that's -damn right, I'm -damn Mike
Win in the end like Tina did -damn Ike

Three tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Three tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin', hol' up

Three tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'

Three tears in a bucket, f- it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'