paroles de chanson 753911 - Reece Fuller

You ain't got a one man band
You just want a fund for your sadness
Tryna get by with no talent, challenged
Ima sing-song like a natural, uh

Tryna get through to the music
Gunna get knowledge, gunnin to use it
I would never lie for a band
And still Ima sing-song like a natural, uh

Ima get high two times
Ima smoke out on the porch
Ima get sly with the rhyme
Ima get slick when I do it baby, uh

Queue the lights, improve my life
The bud was blue, I blew it twice
Persue the knife, abusin to use it
I choose to lose my grip on life

I can see through, I'm the one that did it

If you come through Ima eat you
Mama never beat you
Everything you do's so see-through

Ima backwash a whole catalogue
Animal, clearin all datalogs
Actin like a primate

Monkey sees it's angery
Orangutan on Tanqueray
My stream is full, the tank is E

My brain is weak
The days and weeks and months all blend to haze for me

"Wait til' she's fallen asleep, that's when they killed her"

Since a kid, little spittin image, I was such a misfit
Gettin damage, I'm a Descendent, I Like Food
No one really drops what I'm tryna do
Allular: money? never get it
Hallraker, audience repellent
Obtain the dollars then end it

Two lives so cold in a box
Two souls and my thoughts won't stop
Spit another entry from the diary
Tryna find ways they admire me
Self-made hell-scape fiery
Only I'll retire me

Maybe I don't belong here
Write another sad song, cheers
Sip some beers, pass the bud
Blacken the lung
Take enough drink that the kraken would drown

Pass it around
And again and again
And again and again

Gimme the gin, then gimme then do it again
Do it again

Pass the bud, blacken the lung
Take enough drink that the kraken would drown
Pass it around again
And again and again