Текст песни Hades - Z. Smith

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Look at me, you can see that I'm the bad guy
A hooded figure in the night ain't gotta ask why
You see me comin', then you're runnin', I don't pass by
I'm pretty handsome but believe I've got a bad side
My chick's annoying, acting moody like she's Mad-Eye
Should probably cut her off, burn the not, sad sigh
Or trade her in for something spicy - Pad Thai
The type that's down to break laws and show her backside
It's all a choice, so I choose to use my voice
I could stay & hang with one
Or chill with babes that mix La Croix
With some hoity-toity rum that makes 'em
Wanna feel the boy
Acting like they want the work
And I'm ready to employ
Move along - move along - move along
You don't want this
You ain't ready to fit your face inside that black mask
Or trust your gut in the name of getting dumb rich
And every time you see a flag it goes to half-mast

Speak the truth
Tell me what you want your life like
Could you do
What it takes to reach the lime light?
Would you move, or
Leave it all in hindsight
Speak the truth
Could you kill when the time's right?

The way I dress you might think I'm from the '80's
Hades lookin' good when I rock the denim jacket
Fresh kicks, high-tops, hair is looking wavy
Flowing like Euphrates, man I'm here to make a racket
Real talk
If I want then I need it
If you got that kinda hunger
Gotta feed it
And I gotta feed my ego
I'm aware that I'm conceded
But I want that record label, want that mansion
Best Believe it
Speak the truth, could you kill when the time's ri
Would I kill? Could I kill? Man I'd massacre
I could turn a bus-load to no passengers
All for a two door that matches my vernacular
A matte-black 'vette that would dust new-coming challengers
And move me at a speed
That would leave my life behind
Sign that dotted line for movies
Get checks that come from rhyme
A house filled with groupies
And floozies there all the time
See my name up on the news
But don't bother to hit rewind
'Cause if they're talkin' bout me - shit
I must be someone worthy
Absurd to think you're something less
I know you don't, so surely
You'll observe your inner instincts
And get here in a hurry
Do you got the balls
To involve with controversy?
And tell the world your sick thoughts
Give you bitch the criss-cross
And fuck the same friend she was tellin'
"Oh it's his loss,"
I got an E, Turtle, no Drama, no fakes
But I need my Ari Gold man
I'm on my Vincent Chase
Check it

Speak the truth
Tell me what you want your life like
Could you do
What it takes to reach the lime light?
Would you move, or
Leave it all in hindsight
Speak the truth
Could you kill when the time's right?

Speak the truth
Tell me what you want your life like
Could you do
What it takes to reach the lime light?
Would you move, or
Leave it all in hindsight
Speak the truth
Could you kill when the time's right?