paroles de chanson Touch the Clouds - Savior Monroe feat. 1 I Sinny

Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds

Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds

Kick like a 45
Snare like a D.E
Savior is live like
Junior high P.E
But I got flavor like
89 P.E
Keeping your attention opposite of ADHD
Long as you pay me
Savior will break beats
Similar to what they rapped on around 83
Started off as Kool Herc, now it's 88 keys
Doggy style cripping now everybody Brazy
Similar to Nas, half man, half amazing
Life still a bitch, I'm approaching it like AZ
This is doe or die dope
Sicker than a common cold
Need Respiration like Tek, Kweli, Common, Mos
When it come to Motor City hip hop I am the host
2010 mixtapes I'm looking for that drama hoe
Ain't no use in harming me
Unless you want your arm and feet
Tied up higher than the drugs from that pharmacy
Getting a nigga, ain't no honor for the dishonorly
Among a thief I'll let the chopper speak that's if you want some beef
Hard to digest
Betchu wish you was a Goat
But I'm eating everything
And I'm living unopposed
Now I'm on a roll
Better than consistency
Catch him when he on the road
Brains leaking in his jeep
That's from the head nod, we ain't gotta shoot you for it
Because the beat killing you before we hit the chorus

Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds

Shoot em up bang bang
Everybody duck down
Then put your hands up
We don't give a fuck now
Let the beat bang bang
Car or the truck now
Everybody hands up
Like you tryna touch clouds

I'm a grown man young scrap
You only wanna clap back
On the internet where
Fingers turn to black gats
Catch you in the street like
Bums, dope fiends and a rat trap
Betta use logic in yo rap pack
We got killas tho
That'll kill a nigga slow
Cut and empty out the guts
Burn it like we hitting the dro
But fuck smoke
We'll stick the fire in ya nose
Making sure you inhale cus in hell we the goats