Текст песни JUMP (feat. Rob Buck, Neem & Yodin) - FLEAU

Jump!

Blowing up like dynamite
My nerf gun got that iron sight
I lock and load like Ironhide
My brain cells lifted, flying high
L.S.D. got me living in a whole different world
I'm getting flashbacks of my past lives, seeing colours in gold
I got the sun on my back
And I have the moon on my mind
I'm living gravity-free
With no perception of time
Yeah I'm chugging agua all day
But I still feel drowned out inside
All of my thoughts running around
The entire world's going blind

I'm a Veg Menace!
Beat your ass in tennis!
Maybe go to Venice!
Your bitch is hot like red is!
Roll to where the bread is!
Sipping on the Stella's!
Don't forget the preface!
Time to roll the credits!

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Forgive me, all of my trespasses
When I move ahead with my back turned
It's possible I got a bad habit
That results in my lungs getting bad burn
It's tolerable bro, it's a little damage
You would think by now would've fast learned
But I never slowed down
I just keep driving on a narrow road taking fast turns
Hitting curves, swinging swerves
WILIN'!
Problems are probably self-earned
Swear on my momma I'll keep surviving
I wouldn't let a lie be my last words
Walking like I got somewhere to go
I'm back and forth
I keep continuing, wandering to and fro
Don't even know what my decision is
Precisionless, just feel the fucking floor
Doing the most, I'm spitting facts
Just like they put me under oath
I live in the next place, seeing an x-ray
Put me in X-Games pulling off stunts
Bring in a backflip, but I'm relaxing
At peace at last when I roll me a blunt
Setting a precedent, fleau like I'm heaven-sent
This is my testament, gospel is fucked
This ain't the time to be sleeping
GET UP!
I push the whole planet down when I
JUMP!

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Call me the Rock 'cause I'm still on the beat
Look at momma, are you proud of me?
Seeing the way that I come up on top
Trying brought like us up to the tenth degree
Pull up on me, you gon' see triple H when I hit you on top with this pedigree
Boy I don't do petty beats, uh
Ay
Pull up to the Pickle off the juice, ay
My girl got a fatty, got caboose (choo choo)
Blow up the whole function like a bomb (boom!)
My rhymes are like dimes, MF DOOM
(Woah, woah)
Skated to school, call me Tony Hawk
I don't got Five Oh 'cause my house a hunnid
And you should know by now I don't fuck with cops
Thinking about what it took just to get the bag
Trust me, I know that I'm not gonna stop
Drip on my neck like I watered some crops
Step up to my defense and you can get locked
Pull up to Shenan's and we gon' get crunk
Give me the ski mask, you can get sleau
We blowing back the size of a trunk
Take over the world, I'm Donald Trump
Get your ass up, because we about to JUMP!

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