Текст песни victorian era child musik - BLSM

Walking to the-
Walking to the-
Walking to the-
Walking to the-
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
Walking to the-
Walking to the-
Walking to the-
Walking to the- (DEVILHORNED)
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face

Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face (Holy shit!)
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face

Motherfucking rockstar jeans on my damn waist
Barricade the doors cause we gonna raid the place
Put the metal to your teeth, call you braceface
Blood gon' rain down, that shit go precipitate
Bullet to your throat, leave your body look adjacent
They taking too long, grab the loot I'm impatient
If the cops ask who, I'm not the assailant
Turn the body into sawdust for entertainment
Got a FitBit on my wrist, to show I run this shit
I got different classes on my belt, one man army kit
When I start cooking, turn his guts into ceviche
I could give a fuck about what he say
Where he lay

Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face

Man this music shit a hobby but yet I'm still fucking killing it
I'm rippin' shit
Beat be bad as fuck so I done sticked my goddamn tip in it
Jumpin' in the pit
I raised the roof, mopped the floor, man I did the goddamn carpeting
Jaw lockin' in
Please don't fuck with me
Or the crew
Leave you in a different hue
I'm a star
I'm the shit
I be taking number twos
Chop your shit
Screw your shit
Rest in piece to DJ Screw
I'm an angel
Shoutout Lucy
Bury more like my name Drew
Slithering down East 14th
Evading cops and fleeing scenes
I'm wrapping up, wrapping up
Always keep a bean on me
Never really what it seems
Denim upon me, Japanese
Watch the leaves fall
Rocky on me, how I bob and weave
Left right
Left right
Left right
Left right

Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face
Walking to the bank with a smile on my face
Pull up to the party and they don't know what to say
I ain't wear no Richard Millie or a Plain Jane
Or some Balmains get the fuck up out my face

(B-L-S-M, B-L-S-M)
(B-L-S-M, swear to god, B-L-S-M)