paroles de chanson 9.T.N. - Dynem

Yeah
I gotta get some stuff off my chest
Stay away from McKeel Girls
Especially their cheer captain
(You're a big C alright)

I don't really care how Dynem rubs you all in public
I told you in the intro that my ego ain't a puppet
Ain't the kid with manners on the sales floor at your
I do that for the paycheck homie, rap me isn't bluffin'

Hour half of sleep
I don't snooze
I take power naps
Moons below my eyes
I may crash
You can peep the bags
I use every day as a means
To achieve the dream
Lucidly increase the likelihood
That I'll become something

In spite of what nobody planned
Or thought that I could ever be
Dirty looks from people
They must wanna spend the night with me
Check out how they're eyein' me
I'm feelin' like a library
The irony
I never dreamt that I would be a sight to see
I'll reiterate for those who need a PSA about the ground rules for my Instagram
DMin' me is not okay
I am not your candidate
Nor a man who advocates
Instant hate
Via keyboard interface
She a fake
Eighteen days ago demanded my restraint
Orders I have followed to a T
To the H-O-T
Uh cop a plea
You cannot get rid of me
It's war!
Yeah, Normandy
Storm the beach
I bomb rush your brigade with an
Enormous fleet
Normally
Adults cooperate more cordially
But a cork's jammed up
Her highknee so much
It's no wonder she ain't orderly
I'll sum it up accordingly
I gut you metaphorically
A sword for a whore in the ovaries
You've met your ending formally

Hour half of sleep
I don't snooze
I take power naps
Moons below my eyes
I may crash
You can see the bags
I use every day as a means
To achieve the dream
Lucidly increase the likelihood
That I'll become something

Uh
You rappin like you
Knew it would happen
You rappin like you lived it
Now you're in a re-enactment
Of a classic cinematic fragment
In the middle of the action
If a fraction of the masses were to tap in
We'd be massive, but
The captions are too passive
They can't crack the gems I'm craftin'
Dyl you're nuts!
Must be why you're undermined
You suckin' on my stones like you ain't ever had a high
Puffin' smoke, duck and blow
I reference oral sex too much to work where seekin' goals is the motto
I'm too old to beef with girls without a home
Cause they would rather be a hoe
Yeah I hope your sheets still smell like me
So the current fellow knows how you conduct yourself
You spell clock with no L cause you got so many ticks
Your mattress squeaks
From every instance you've been nailed
Look
I'm happy we derailed
And either way I woulda bailed
Ask your friend Danielle
What does Dylan do when females bring up someone else
I swerve out of that interlude
And get on with myself
UNIVERSAL

Hour half of sleep
I don't snooze
I take power naps
(I don't really care how Dynem rubs you all in public)
Moons below my eyes
I may crash
You can peep the bags
(I told you in the intro that my ego ain't a puppet)
I use every day as a means
To achieve the dream
(Ain't the kid with manners on the sales floor at your Publix)
Lucidly increase the likelihood
That I'll become something
(I do that for the paycheck homie, rap me isn't bluffin')