paroles de chanson Resin - Kill Bill: The Rapper

I never gave a fuck about the rules
Twenty-four: started running, knocking dust up out my shoes
I could fuck around and lose every single thing I've worked for
About to start my first tour; quit my job but worked more
And I don't even know which way to motherfucking work towards
I serve two masters, these words could pool bladders
I'm worthless, who matters? Not me, y'all see
I could work my whole life but still miss your top 3, uh

Mister-Mister GO, still hit your indigo
Living on the edge, I kind of hope the wind isn't slow
Shout my e-Bae, and shout my brother TJ
Third-eye strong, kind of feeling like I'm Hiei
Talking bout these days, or fuck this generation
While you fuckers get complacent; feeling stuck and end up hating
Every fucking thing you can, why you trying to seem cool?
Stop making fun of everything and try to be you

That's advice from me to you, believe it's true
It might shock you that I love you, you can call me Pikachu
Being you is hard to do, I should make it well known
That I'm no stranger to the concept of hate and self-loathing
I used to look in the mirror and feel disgusted
But now it's kind of like fuck it
I used to look in the mirror, get disgusted
But now I'm feeling like fuck it

Never been one for the speaking, speaking, speaking
Anxiety on my mental is fire to fuel my pencil
I'm dying. It's true, I feel the shit, my penmanship is still sloppy
Pop a couple pills probably, sleep on me? It's Bill Cosby
Fuck 'em if they're snoozing with a hard dick
Bitch I've been so hungry, feel my tooth? It's splitting cartilage
Oldschool as GameBoy computer chips and cartridge
I'm staring in the mirror saying, "You the shit, so start shit"
You talk shit, you get dealt with
I'm coming for the gold, and I ain't trying to fucking smelt shit
You say you cooking work up in the kitchen, I ain't smelled shit
But hell, I'm just spitting, I ain't fucking dealt shit
I'm dealing with some problems you ain't never dealt with
Staying lowkey using clever stealth tricks
Y'all singing like canaries, well you better belt bitch
Careful when you're hot, all that cheddar melt quick, uh

Keep your guns up, boy
Cause shit is fucked up, boy
Keep your guns up, boy
Keep your guns up, guns up
Keep your guns up, boy
Cause shit is fucked up, boy

(It's a cold world out there, maybe I'm beginning to feel a bit frosty myself)

P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the owls
P.L.O. style

(Life is mean, and Death is the median)

Yo, it's your boy DJ Hentai Daddy bringing you another classic
The whodie Bill is going way too hard on em, but shit
You need to pay your Wi-Fi bill and shit, stop going to the mofuckin' Starbucks
Lookin' like a basic ass white girl trying to soak up broadband up and shit
Let's get this mofuckin' bread, the Resin Tape, Volume 1, let's go

I've been wanting to leave for quite a long while
The only reason I've stayed around all these years is because I didn't have a...
A big finish for my act
Come to think of it, I never really had a beginning, either
But, uh, this is the last show for ... perhaps ever, I don't know
Some people I know expect a tearful farewell
And I'm going to disappoint you tonight