paroles de chanson Drop - Em·D

Missile to drop
And it's comin in hot
The alarms have come up
But my body has not

Tired of the games
If this bitch don't unblock me
Then I'll pull a Twitter
It's my turn to block

Raised in the humble
Almost raised by my uncles
I went through my stumbles
Still go through my drops

Turning my stress into violence and action
Now I turn my pain
Into rhythms and hums like

Bitch
I do this a lot to the point I do this while I'm dreaming
Sleepwalking with demons
I had a couple of odd acting people
Because what I am, know I had to get even
And no time for grieving

Then had to get it, and get it, and get it, and get through the season
What I was achieving
Was no simple task 'cause people around me were panting and cheavin'

National anthem
Fuck you I'm handsome
This is control I got this on the strings
From fuck you to business they way I'm evolving
I can change your mind let's talk over some drinks

I haven't been sleeping I'm starting to worry
I'm heading to crazy or I just need a drink
Bottles of whiskey or canned holy water
I'm dying of thirst, Kendrick I need a drink

Not the same ghetto you wanna say hello
Then look at me weird when I drink out the sink
This is my moment and my time is flying
And I just don't got it in me to blink

Easy to agitate hard to give back the faith
Need ya to hush, like, damn lemme me think
My evolution my hearts revolution
I needed a push, prepared on the swing

Bigger, bigger with a stinger, stinger
Got a bunch of gangsters we ain't singers, singers
People don't know how to read me well
Like, I hate attention, but I love these pictures

Bigger, bigger with a stinger, stinger
Got a bunch of gangsters, we ain't singers, singers
People don't know how to read me well
But I'm not like y'all, so it fucking figures

Bigger, bigger with a stinger, stinger
Got a bunch of gangsters, we ain't singers, singers
People don't know how to read me well
Like I hate attention, but I love these pictures

Bigger, bigger with a stinger, stinger
Got a bunch of gangsters we ain't singers, singers
People don't know how to read me well
But I'm not like y'all, so it fucking figures