Текст песни




Greatest fight of my years
I'm waging with this war and it's fucken priceless
I'm telling you now, just never give up
It was like the worst for us kids all through the winter
And in my mind I
Risk it on the flights when I drive by
I still can't believe they corner us
You wanna show me love now only cause I'm comatose
17 years old, I go home
And I search for wanderlust, while I'm naked all alone
Just turn my fucken phone off
Throw it against the wall
And in the stove, for the motherfuckers I told off
Phone call from the other line
Like what you doing man just move off to the other side
They bout to come for you now and break that deadlock down
Break all the windows, go for cover before you make a sound
Splash, bam the blood goes up
Jab come from the front
Man I cannot keep it up
Blam I scuff em and I duck now
I got my sword in the basement
I gotta slip them foul, it's fuck it, so I charge loud
But it's no stopping drama
Pop the top with Tatiana
Hungry, worship those vaginas
They don't wanna take my dollars
Cryptic with the prima donnas
The shit that they on, man I won't even fucken bother
Been below it's like
Under the ground
It's so crazy with the heavy type
Weighing me down
I can't ever just live life like that
It was the sound
When I killed him in the landlord's flat
This laundry that I gotta stash
Yeah, I can't believe I made it
What the fuck was I thinking
Man I was so fucken crazy
It was like 10 of ya'll on top of me
Just keep on kicking, fucken looting man undeniably
But you can't ever cut me deep
But I made it out, ya'll were so scared of me
Ya'll saw the only enemies that I had built in me
Ya'll could never have just slowed my peak
Until you made peace with the police, that shit was so filthy
I can't believe the lies that I told
All the truths that I hold
With these cards I just fold
Don't get at me it's flawed
But you were always on this side colder
Didn't even matter I guess you had something greater
Something in your worthy soul, that kept you leaning on
It kept me breathing on the steady, dealt with all these flaws
Maybe I'm wrong but
I shouldn't be where I am
No faking the funky sauce, just making it for my fans
It just kept creeping up on the low
I'm never insured
Bitches want my soul



Авторы: Filip Mitrovic



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