Текст песни Luck's a Gimmick - Quadroon feat. Tapley Sound

No matter what they do
They gon' get at you

Its quadroon, on the mic, im here to kill some time
Asanas n ganja make up my physical design
"Life is what you make it"
That was a pivotal lie
Sribbled inside crevesis in my brain like pistons n pipes in your engine

Wrecking recording equipment every time I take a breath
A little rough around the edges, but im fresh as death
When it smells with that stench you could catch for miles
I been catching bodies, n you been biting styles

Fetching bones, forget the chrome, you best get gone
To wherever it be, from where you come from
You best get gone, best get one

Valleys of vanity, cali's a canopy
Dilly, dally, wee nilly through folly's of families
Falsity's a fallacy, Dorothy aint in dallas see
This aint kansas, kid, so act candid and eat your candies with cavities

No matter what they do
They gon' get at you

Siezing the season, n leaning on learning
Atop, receiving reasoning like seasoning n sermons
But, Youve got to be better than your reason n rhetoric
Or cleverly cleaned cleavage for leverage, believe it

Or belittle it, become it or befuddled with, the rupture of your rump-its split and done for the dumps
Like the dumb sponge who ripped their pants or some fucking shit
Sever the sabotage of sentiment, like we ending it this evening

Isn't it odd that even is even, a second from seven in secrecy
Selected like sessions from eselan repeating the
Question would be pointless, so feel it B or
Face it your stumped-when your stuck it sucks

Such is such, sucks to suck, shut the fuck to up
Like the front door, the blunt torched up
Some scorn love, but others are born on blood
Some consider it what is up n others think its Cumbersome bruh

Look at the numbers, been cooking covers like the summer sun
Soot is for suckers, rubble rumbles under my foot as Im
Picking it up, lifting it up, living it up
Lucks a gimmick, i wont give it a what, give it a fuck

Look at the numbers, been cooking covers like the summer sun
Soot is for suckers, rubble rumbles under my foot as Im
Picking it up, lifting it up, living it up
Lucks a gimmick, i wont give it a what, give it a fuck

No matter what they do
They gon' get at you