Randy Newman - Code Red текст песни

Текст песни Code Red - Randy Newman




Think I'm a role model to anyone who ask
Teacher think I'm cheating and she kick me out of class
Daddy think I'm grown up and I'm really kicking ass
Mommy think I'm baby and I really need a nap
Grandma think I'm a good boy and I'm witty when I rap
But she don't know what the fuck I'm sayin'
She can hear me I'm too fast
And if she found out what I was sayin' she would whip me on my ass
And she would probably fall to the ground with a mini heart attack
Fans think I'm talented and nifty with the craft
Haters think I'm corny and I'm cringy and I'm trash
Labels think I'm selfish and I'm stingy with the cash
I think they don't like me, they can kiss me on my ass
Sister think I'm preoccupied she miss me way too bad
But she don't wanna give me a call 'cause I'm too busy doin' raps
Doin' tracks, doin' shows, doin' hoes from the back
Doin' this, doin' that, doin' great, doin' bad
Ey! tell 'em I got the remedy in a potion
I just taught myself how to better breathe in the ocean
I be swimmin' through with that melody and that flow shift
When I pull up I lay the enemy, they go "oh shit!"
Everything in there was dark, and it definitely took emotion
When they don't think with their heart, it's a felony for emotion(?)
I do it all for the art, for I presently got that potion
Prophet, pussy, power, I definitely am indulgent
Definitely took my focus
Definitely is the showest
Definitely lying to you was definitely not the motive
Definitely know some rappers who always
Study my flows and actin' like they don't know me
Then definitely went and stole it
Bitin' ma shit, little appetite bitch
You would owe me quite a bag if I patted that shit
Rappin' ass kid, with an ugly demeanor
Like fuck my teachers, now I fuck my teachers
I don't bust my heater, I'ma young mind reader
I could tell you a bitch, I ain't a tough guy either
Just a little boy with a plus size feature
I don't ever get touched, I don't trust my preacher
Nuts hang low, 'til they touch my sneakers
My socks on the ground, put my boxers on top [?]
They told me that I got it all wrong
Yeah, I can't hear you "lala la la"
Need some money for my daddy, and a life for my mom
Got the pressure on my shoulders, but I'm walking all calm
I think all the spotlight, make me wanna cause harm
So it's always on sight, yeah they call it dot com
Now, don't call me commercial-y
Ya'll been longing to worship me
I'll be all in the murder scene, calling "call for security"
You don't want to encourage me
I'ma follow the person who causing all of the murders
Like Holocaust did to Germany
Ya'll imposters are irking me
Calls to mom like you're working, that corner carnival circus
But I'm the opposite, heard of me?
I'm the guy that'll fuck you up and then walk you off to emergency
Just to impersonate as the doctor prepping the surgery
Knuckle up to maturity
Steppin' up to authority
I'm not the one that killed all of them, just the fucking majority
Run [?] orderly, motherfuckers ignoring me
I might even be wearing a button up, do it formally
Formally known as "kiddy with no class"
"Kiddy with no bitches", "Kiddy with no cash"
"Kiddy was so sad", give him a Prozac
But he never took it, now he at where the pro's at
Now he's a [?], givin' out toe tags
Fuck a co-sign, I'm too cold for the collab
Who will I pose at? I need to know [?]
Here's your bullet if you gon' know where to blow at
1, 'u-xx_large_top_margin':
You're softer than a cookie dough
If it means war, I'll be following the bullet holes
Fuck you mean I shouldn't go? You know what they say, right?
Better safe than sorry, better sorry than a pussy doe (pussy)
All y'all softer than a [?]
If that cost a pretty penny, my shit gon' be beautiful
I'ma do it all alone, but if I hit the jackpot I'ma thank god like:
"Halle-fucking-lujah hoe"
Yeah, "Halle-fucking-lujah hoe"
I just hit the jackpot
"Halle-fucking-lujah hoe"
I was always yellin' and suckin' on a titty as a two year old
Ain't shit changed, that's beautiful
"Halle-fucking-lujah hoe"
How the fuck you do a hoe?
Oh I'm doing good, I'm just [?] funeral
I said Ima kill 'em in the studio and they say "over my dead body"
Boy that's doable!
Hold up
You're sweeter than a sweet potatoe
I know they depressed every time I see a hater
Fightin' with yourself for I can be the mediator
Shut your fucking mouth and maybe try to feed it later
Maybe try to get inspired instead of all the jealous anger
Maybe try to save a little instead of spendin' all your paper
Maybe try to buy a crib instead of livin' in a trailer
Maybe try to pull a chick instead tryna pull a favor
You're softer than a chia pet
Pussy like a [?] girl
I hope you don't PMS, I hope you won't be a mess
I know that you see him next, I know that you dream about me
Wonder if you pee in bed, wonder when I'm gonna feet up on your
Sitting desk
Wanna kick me out, nah that ain't the way to treat a guest
I am not a old head, I am not a new head
I am just a code red, code red




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