Текст песни Funkbells - Neal R

Hear the gold coins clinking
Sinking to the bottom, glasses tinking
Have some patience kid, get it kicking
Brain clicking, puzzle time ticking
But it's all in your imagination
These bitches like minions, illumination
Let the man dry erase himself
But I'll stay here like a sharpie
Had to put him in a tarpie
Remember the name
Funkbells not tinkerbell
I brought a gold chain to the show and tell
Don't act stupid
I smell the pack of fentanyl
Watch out for me, catch my back
Y'all saggy ass like a nutsack
Get em' attacked, smacked
Packed like they got whacked
Put em' on the board tacked
Keep all them posted
Borderline schizo, crisp like toasted
Hosted the east coasted
Glock still 6 time loaded
Stop glazing like JVKE
I don't care if it's Jake, stop messing with me
I had another tea time with time
He said this exotic like (what the fuck is this?)

Stay with the city like a bat cat kitty
The twitchy man really did him diddy
I've killed so many lyrics, I don't feel guilty
Cash always so thick, never skinny
The beat so unstable, it's like Rocky Mountain
Call up your groundsmen, I'm certain
Pull down the curtains of passion
Anticlimactic shit like where is the action?
Y'all so dried up in a Pacific Ocean
The motion is broken
I'm a shiny token
2 stars, fuck up the omen
Oh man, he wants more of that
Give him a pat on the back, for that he's fat
Let that motherfucker boom-splat
Drat the lyrics that I spat
Fuck your SnapChat, snap you like a kit-kat
Y'all thought I was done
For one I still have a lot to say
For the birds, hotter than may
Catch me in le-fay (yeah, that's in paris)
Keep that accent like "Elephanté"
Chocolate brown boy like "Dilettante"
Catch me by the minute on that schedule
It's dreadful, how big the temple
Blow like Nestle
Keep me angry, hot and alive
That's the way to thrive
Strive the skydrive
In life, how many till you lose the drive
Why y'all angry when I'm just spittin
Hittin the bars, hammer magic merlin
Y'all soft chicken like jerkin
Call me the tin engine
Keep y'all hanging like Saddam Hussein
I'm the captain on this rain
Act your role, Masculine
Chirp that lambo like a passerine
Let the bells funk together like they eloping
Ask me how i'm doing, oh i'm coping
That shit fire but it ain't stoking
Lyrics to loud but they ain't croaking
Toe em' off like i'm a toe king
My ego so fragile, every word sting
You ain't different, click like cha-ching
Stop sucking me dry like you wring
(Ima just let this keep going)
(It's some cash flow down here)
(Fuck all y'all)
(Yeah)