Текст песни Underground - Roje

And now Miss. Gloria Jenny, from beautiful Montana

Tell no body, not a soul, not a sound
Keep it locked up tight, bury it underground
What I'm 'bout to say gon' blow your fucking mind
But if you run your mouth, it's the end of the line

I'm about to spill the tea, but don't you dare sip
This ain't no I.G. trend—this is real shit
I'm breaking every filter, yeah, the truth's gon' hurt
But if you snitch, you dead to me, six feet in the dirt
I'm feeling unhinged like a busted-ass door
About to let it rip, no censors, no more
I'm tired of pretending, fuck peace and finesse
I've been choking on my words, now it's time to confess
Diana's a bi-, and Br- a damn liar
Corporate Chey can choke on her flat-tire attire
I've been biting my tongue till it's bleeding and raw
Now I'm spitting every word like a chainsaw

Tell no body, not a soul, not a sound
Keep it locked up tight, bury it underground
What I'm 'bout to say gon' blow your fucking mind
But if you run your mouth, it's the end of the line
Tell no body, not a soul, not a sound
Keep it locked up tight, bury it underground
What I'm 'bout to say gon' blow your fucking mind
But if you run your mouth, it's the end of the line