paroles de chanson TOUR - Lil Darkie

Is it ready?
Oh, yeah
So, it was like one of the, like, most, like,
Weird, like, unique show any of us have done
So, like, you actually got to do your show though?
Yeah (Yeah, oh, yeah)
Fuck yeah though, that's all I wanted to know, fuck yeah
(They got to, like, do double their show, haha)
Oh, shit. Okay
Yeah, haha (It was sweet)
Nah, like, a lot of weird shit just
Happened in the moment tonight (Yeah)
That was kinda like the theme of the night, was just genius happening
Shit happened, we're just gonna go with it,
We're— It is what it is... (It was crazy how it went)
I just got home from tour and I'm very sick
My apologies to you niggas that gerk if I don't yell
Fuck it, I figured I'd make some
Music for me, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh

Bitch, I just got home from tour and it's so hot in this apartment
What the fuck a darkie gotta do to start shit? Flying out to Utah
Then I transfer Oer to Charolette
Niggas drove for seven hours just to hop inside of our pit
Spider on my arm, my nigga wielding a guitar pick
Patrick in the van with Fl.vco, Eddy in the star whip
Drive to Cincinnati, know I'm sick making a far trip
Just got home from tour and I'm already seeing hardship
Just got home from tour and there's some bugs inside my bed frame
I can't even sleep or get some rest inside my head, mane
I just wanna blow up, throw my mattress in a red flame
Yelling in Columbus, motherfucker got a dead brain
Mad while I'm performing 'cause you hurt by what I said, pain
So many miles, I will not be bullied by you, insane
Performing on the street in Detroit, ain't a fucking fed came
Spider Gang, the niggas vandalizing, black and red paint
Just got home from tour and there's some mold in my refrigerator
Summer in L.A. with no AC like an incinerator
I met up with Evan the Red Headed, he's an innovator
Riley is a savage, he's a video proliferator
Just got home from tour, I got no food and no clean water source
Dirty Butt, and Mazi, Apollo, Naheem, Kaka of course
Suicide and I perform together and we slaughter yours
Please, come get your baby girl,
The crew can make your daughters whores
"Hey, why you say darkie?" People coming up after the show
Because that is my name and it is beautiful to me, you know
[Dillinger says I am black, but I do not believe him though
Bitch, there ain't a single person you can go compare me to
I am not an Indian, I'm scary, brave, and hairy nude
I been off the lean, a little molly, in a Saiyan mood
Niggas want the hate to leave, but they too scared to say it, dude
Just got home from tour and I'm depressed like all the rest of us
I might smoke some weed after I'm better 'cause my chest is puss
I'ma play the teacher and I'll see just what my lesson does
Shoutout Alex, Luna, Grant, and Jess, know they ain't pressing us
I don't perform at festivals yet, but just wait and observe
I'm absurd? You're the human being controlled by a word
I'm trying to leave the past behind us make a difference
People every color in my audience, deliverance
Dividends, Quaalude's in our livers, feel like bigger men
Chilling with my niggas and we lit up like a wicker man
[Villain spilling Miller Lite,
I gotta succeed, my patti got some bad arthritis
And it might as well be me, I'm in a field crying on Wendigo
Screaming up at heaven, motherfucker, tell me when to go
Just got home from tour don't tell me this is not the gutter
Nigga, you don't know where I been, nigga, you is not my brother
I'm with Spider Gang, we making art like nobody, no other
This the future, bitch, I just got home from tour, the Earth is mother
Yuh

Lil Darkie is the NSA
No way, have him say something else
Tell me how much you hate me, bro
I— I don't hate you, I just— Just fuck off
I think they're using this side bro (Are they?)
Yeah, they're using the shoulder, you're boxed
I don't think we're getting over, there's a firetruck
Yeah, that's a yellow firetruck
Bro, that nigga said, "Move!"