paroles de chanson The Death & Resurrection - Joule$

1: JOULE$]

Dip my feather in some blood
Wrote a little every month send it up enough
We smoking papers and them blunts
Ain't no segregated drugs
The moon is lit, my spoon is dipped, I'm eating good

I fuck too much these bitches sleeping on my wood
I'm digging deep but then I should
But my belief is out the books
No one printing with the ether in me cook
Killing egos by the look
Look how long it fucking took

My old bitch really bitter that I'm better off a crook
Got my foot between the door and now you shook
Every line is like a hook
Rhythm like the dealer with the best up in the hood
Got the recipe for sure
You respect me for my words or respect me for my worth
Bitch if not you getting curved
Coffee cup I'm sipping syrup
Do you hear us
Is you too cool for the new school
Or maybe I'll believe a wide receiver
Pussy poppin', I relieving
Mind deceivers try repeating what I did

Fucking eating it don't matter what you sent
If it shatters don't pretend
Most of the fragile never live
I'm still agile in my kicks
Posted on the corner with some vegas in the zip
Ash and kush up in my sink
Whenever inside
It's funny that the ones that live die
Money come and go we get by, get high, high

Look into my eyes hoe
I know you see me took a minute but I'm right though
And even though you see that minute ticking time slow
You see the meaning when I say look into my soul
I'm getting high so

How I'm living doesn't matter, I got high hopes
How I get it doesn't matter, it's my grind hoe
If you ain't get it, take a second, and rewind hoe
I'm at the bando, black on black, I'm still commando

We fuck right then and there
No Netflix not the plan hoe
I told me old thing
She can be a hoe get canned so
The pussy nice
But ain't no pussy worth a sad joke
I live fast, live fast, pray to god I live fast