paroles de chanson Someone Gotta Lose - ySo

Coming for my throne like a

Bully back on road
Would he crack and fold
This 16 a 9, we unpack and load

Tick 'em tag the toe
Need a stack for Ro
Diamond in the dirt
It's either that or grow

Please bring back the soul
Bring 'em back some salt
We ain't shooting bricks
Still we catapult

Imma crack the vault
Sell it back with faults
Take back all the praise
You know that was false

Name another like me bringing back the pulse
Cheers to the snakes, do not back the toast
Was a would've, should've n*gga at the most
You ain't get up with us?
Figured that's your loss

You ain't bring ur a game, 'coz that's in post
School 'em on a Sunday while I'm backin roast
Scary scenes when I open Macintosh
Out the box but check-list back in most

Dreams of them foreigns banging Dolph
Why would I pick I want 'em both
Watering my flowers, need that growth
Might as well have taken up an oath

Oo this flow is saucy let it ooze
Life, death why we gotta choose
No squeeze putting on these shoes
If we the winners someone gotta lose

Gotta reason with man
I need more than the Ps in my hand
That's right
It's Ligue 1, PSG
I won that before the season began
That's light
If my n*gga got a lane to the rim
It's no question I'm screening a man
That's right
I been said I'm in the top three
They too won't believe in a man

Won't settle for no less 'coz it's easier than
The way of world favour the greedier man
It's clear I ain't ever been a media fan
A bit like a scorned woman, never needed a man

Been dropping a crumb trail, never feeding the fans
I'm signing in all blood, 'coz I'm bleeding the plans
Steal the crown, still leave with my hands
I told 'em to read the room u got ceiling of fans

Poison In my ways
Medicine for days
Angels on the nigh
Demons in the haze
Everything a phase
N*ggas live for praise
Fire in my spirit
Set the heart ablaze

Back a shot of Wrays
Then we making plays
Tell the kids we gotta do what Simon Says
Psychedelics got me thinking out the maze
Seen the light and I can't let it out my gaze

Dreams of them foreigns banging Dolph
Why would I pick I want 'em both
Watering my flowers, need that growth
Might as well have taken up an oath

Oo this flow is saucy let it ooze
Life, death why we gotta choose
No squeeze putting on these shoes
If we the winners someone gotta lose