Y.S - Shit Real paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Shit Real - Y.S



I Can't feel pain no more
My mental is infinite
'Bout to be infamous
Young and i'm killin' shit
Murder my innocence
Hidin' from visitors
Fuck them niggas
I sit on my own with the illest
I water myself with the instincts
Travelling?
Going ballistic
Thinking a nigga's sadistic
Never been nothing artistic, aye
I like to fly when im dreaming, aye
I fall asleep in the meeting
They waking me up
It's the signature season, damn
I'm so woke I sleep with, aye
I ignore the things you say
I can't sign my life away
Yung Scar is a god
Got it written in my name
Never? much to believe
Never had a CV or a Degree
I fly like i don't need fee
Close my eyes so i can't see
The deceit increase?, yeah
Repeat it till i succeed, yeah
Watch me go work the machines, yeah
Control alt delete, damn
Catch me at the front of the line, i never kid
I've been working hard this time, i'm a move
I won't miss no one
Except the old me that i used, aye
I should probably ring my fuckin' dad
It's overdue, yuh
Reevaluated life and now i fixed up
You'll never catch me down and out
I'm always up above
I'm the prophet that i wanted
I took off the gloves
Wayyyyy too wavy for these niggas sending shots
I see your magazine
All the time
When i'm rolling
Who's that girl
On the cover?
Damn
I think i really know her
I'm just tripping 'cause i'm sober
Always drinking like a loner
Peeling chips off of my shoulders
Life got real when i got older, damn
Can't waste time on you
I saw elephants in your room
Used to get stressed from the things i knew
Now i chill and kick back like i know Kung-Fu
It's easy don
Yung Lord's out here
I had to put myself out there
I love the way that i'm soundin'
I think i'm fuckin' astounding'
These niggas they tell me to wait
I've got 'em shook to the point where they shaking away
I've got some shit on my plate, yeah
I'll die before anyone else gets a taste
Your squads full of fuckboys thats waste
Be yourself and not your mates
I had to change my lane again
You're not real i see your face
Uh, aye
Talkin real shit (real shit), aye
Made me tell you bout this real shit, aye
Your fuckin' life isnt real bitch, aye
That's some real shit, woah aye
Talkin real shit (real shit), aye
Your lifes not real bitch, damn aye
That's some real shit, woah aye
She stole that
Scar hey yeah



Writer(s): Shawn Westly Jackson, Jalil Mustafa


Y.S - Tax Season
Album Tax Season
date de sortie
10-08-2016




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