paroles de chanson Dumb! - Majin Rome

Dumb, stupid, not all the way there
That's why they scared and Run
Like they're vision impaired
See me in pairs
But I am One
Two zip of Runtz three packs of blunts
Smoked be Four the Five o comes
I might get fucked up now I'm aboutta go
Dumb, stupid, not all the way there
That's why they scared and Run
Like they're vision impaired
See me in pairs
But I am One
Two zip of Runtz three packs of blunts
Smoked be Four the Five o comes
I might get fucked up now I'm boutta go

Felt like the rapture
Went up heavens ladder
Where nothing was matter
Just energy gathered
Ran rings around Saturn
Jumped over cadavers
A bunch of dead beings slash weak ass rappers
She saw my set wanna meet me after
Lend me both ears thats Riri backwards
Majin beasting you a pewee hamster
Invade living rooms like TV anchors
Say I'm not a master you dumb in the head
I'm really after every crumb of the bread
I fuck her loud like there's drums on the bed
Yo music stank like bums in a shed
I keep coming back that's Spinal Cord
This ain't even my final form
Reborn nah reformed
My music buzzin like bee swarms
I'm a craft pimp she'll see more
You sad simps sit sea shore
Work for it like I need more
Making bacon like I breed pork
She shaking taking my green of course
Spit fire I need no torch
Brought the plants like Venusaur
She dropped her pants called me Amor
Aw mane
It's so fucking easy saying no to all yo bullshit
Everytime I spit my motive is unloading full clips
I might walk up in a church and aim this at the pulpit
I just listened to yo music that shit made me

Dumb, stupid, not all the way there
That's why they scared and Run
Like they're vision impaired
See me in pairs
But I am One
Two zip of Runtz three packs of blunts
Smoked be Four the Five o comes
I might get fucked up now I'm aboutta go
Dumb, stupid, not all the way there
That's why they scared and Run
Like they're vision impaired
see me in pairs
But I am One
Two zip of Runtz three packs of blunts
Smoked be Four the Five o comes
I might get fucked up now I'm boutta go

Stoopid
Why would you think I'd lose it
Ride the track no crew pit
I'm gonna killem
I'm gonna killem all
Call Dr. Loomis
Music so Intrusive
No fluke bitch I do this
Go head view my blueprint
Tomorrow I'll be on new shit
Don't follow me I'm lost
Looking for light no moth
Smoke like an exhaust
Spit flames yo chain defrost
Cut from a different cloth
These lames going pay the cost
Give them hell then laugh it off
All is well Diana Ross
The whip and clothing Murdered out
I'm the one you heard about
Don't want it if I earn a crown
Break it down and pass it around
Games a circus serving clowns
Bring beef like they herding cows
Thats danger like Mystikal
Texas Ranger Hold my ground