Текст песни 143 rollercrossover - Mel V

Intellectual language arts take off of your head, no remorse
143, I love you, speak in Morse, yeah
I smoke drugs all day, think I need a new torch
Serving up hell, I'm causing a new discourse, yeah
I came from nothing, bitch, I grew up piss-poor
Heart so cold, so I don't feel remorse

This shit is sour, did it like it's crack
Hold the fuck up, this be hard when it's good
Please let me know if it's good, sure
I'm off the drugs, bitch, I'm finna go run
She be trippin', I knew she never, ugh
Kill 'em all, says the voice in my head
I made it so lay down instead
I'm really turnt in this bitch, I'm a mess

Intellectual language arts take off of your head, no remorse
143, I love you, speak in Morse, yeah
I smoke drugs all day, think I need a new torch
Serving up hell, I'm causing a new discourse, yeah
I came from nothing, bitch, I grew up piss-poor
Heart so cold, so I don't feel remorse

Never much needed a bitch, I already know that
A bitch need me, I'm swaggy, I know I'm the shit
Don't have anything, no identity
More or less, somehow I have betrayed
Plants, roll up that dopey that way
Hutchin', I'm jumpin', I fucked up my knee
You listen to this, get you some clarity, brr

Yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, baow, yeah
Hahaha, holy shit, shit
Yeah, yuh