paroles de chanson Brown Rice - Mike's Dead

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You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simmer down, simmer down like it's Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord, said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the fuck that I sound like

You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simmer down, simmer down like it's Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord, said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the fuck that I sound like

You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simmer down, simmer down like it's Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord, said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the fuck that I sound like

They sayin' that the man's iconic
Mike's Dead Myers like the kid's psychotic
Yo, I'ma take the keys to your soul
Woah, looking for that shit, I got it
Urban menace, if I said it I meant it
I'm eatin' pussy for the night, did I buy it or rent it?
I said I floss too much, like a trip to the dentist
And I aint talking Darth Maul but I need an apprentice

I said woah, pick up your phone when I call it
Taking my chips I go all in
Feel like Lebron when I'm ballin'
I can't get my nut so like Joseph I'm stallin'
There is no precedent, highly malevolent
Poppin' these pills and I treat 'em like medicine
Never been hesitant, this is my testament
Screaming this shit till I'm running for president

You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simmer down, simmer down like it's Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord, said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the fuck that I sound like

You gon' know my name, you gon' know my sound right
Simmer down, simmer down like it's Brown Rice
Bouta snap, pull the cord, said I'm wound tight
Don't tell me who the fuck that I sound like