paroles de chanson Some Wounds Never Heal - Kaelen Ruder

Call me El Maestro cuz you asked for it
Got an answer for ya that's not on the internet
Getting to your head got my habeas corpus writ
You can't be this fly if you ain't got my fit

Make you feel the pain - pop your cyst
Imma make it rain you can't cop my wrist

Feel me like a bullet, hope you sleep tight
Read between the lines and figure out how to be right

Whoops your mother said when she first saw you
No prescriptions for ugly so you'll just have to do
Yea this friction got you sweating your shirts see/through
Stop balling your eyes out oh you need a tissue?

You play in the sand, while I play with my bands
Major geology cuz I buy rocks with my bands
Or a Rockband cuz I play with rocks on these strings
Pearly white Colgate match all my Jacob's bling

You grab our attention in the wrong way fella
Looking like Ocasio-Cortez at the Met Gela
Your mom and The Game collab to make a gamma
I'm an X-ray so I can see right through ya!

No time for groveling, Imma shovel your remains
While you sit in bed I go hard and get gains
I wear Gucci everything, you got one dirty Hanes
You sing your silly diss track cuz you can't deal with the pain

You think you got this game on lock lock
But you trippin everytime you walk walk
You gotta grow up and take the hard knocks
Watch yourself imma take you out like Tupac

If I was a king, then you'd be the prince
Cuz your life is a fling, you ain't got no sense
When you do anything, your the worst ever since
Steve Urchel did it, protect your ballpoint pens

You wanna be me, lets not disagree
But my level too high -even in a Wii Spree
Your Mario while ImLuigi
Your big brother got game, you looking like Yeezy

Don't beef with me, oh alright go head
I'm arbys with the meats, so basically your dead
After I'm done with you, you'll be six feet under
Won't see you no more Stevie wonder

Everything you do just looks like a blunder
Take a straight line test you'd fail like a drunkard
Left foot forward, which one's that again?
Stupid boy go back to kindergarten

Arizona bout as basic as ammonia
Im acidic you get burned if you mess with the New Yorka
What do you get when you cross me with you
It'll look a little something like Murray and the joka

I fly private you fly public
Vomit in the bucket if your ever sick
Blast you like the Baja - guns with no wata
Electrocute the road, watts in my Tesla

Don't Adress my success as a mess
Like DJ Questloce im in love with this quest
For cash Imma precious gem collector
My wrist would register with a metal detector

I rest for a measure, then I measure my success
If I gave my worst it'd be as good as your best
Imma whole beat ahead a you and up a half step
If you come close - get a gangster rep

Knock you out in 10 rounds like Mister T
Pull a Glock out but you can't rock with me
I know you were In awe when you first saw me
Get your jaw stuck shut ASAP

All my fella standin here ten toes deep
What's your defense for the judgment seat
Silence of the lambs better not hear you bleat
Thing a beauty joy forever reading John Keats