Текст песни 'Atta Boy - Nate Nics

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

Dearly departed I'm show running
And starting to blow hunnids
Larger than foes stunting
Smarter than most coming
Becoming so cold-blooded
Pardon the soul but it's
Tarnished and so blunted
Garnished and gold studded
Louboutin nooses nothing new to eyes
Niggas seeking truth in lies taught to simply euthenize niggas
Call it wild, call it nuts. Been a child, been a mut
So the man in the reflection of the mirror I don't trust
What? Distorted self-love destroyed hisself, huh?
They wanted a Morpheus, calm and laborious son
God-fearing but never scared of approaching the sun
So they could watch him fly close enough to burn into none
Smiling! Cheesing harder than Weezy Carter when lean is brought up
Breathing part of the smoking dream he don't even bother achieving
He's caught up in leaving his heart on sleeveless armor
And breaching protocol. This 87 overall
Is rapidly declining. Performance varies daily
I hope they choose to waive him, for he's far too gone for saving
And delayed with all them payments. They care about the latter more
Than mental states in scattered wars. Holla back. 'Atta boy

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They fetishising all these black demises, yeah
Fetishizing all our black demises