[00:00.00] 作词 : Arin Ray/Corey Dean/Jarad Higgins
[00:00.61] 作曲 : Arin Ray/Corey Dean/Jarad Higgins
[00:01.23]Uh, I don't wanna try bruh
[00:37.62]Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with
[00:41.45]Bad magic, can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence
[00:45.37]I'm bad at it
[00:46.21]The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
[00:47.76]The mom thrasher
[00:48.55]The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
[00:50.71]A straight tweak, so high I can't speak
[00:52.76]Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
[00:57.90]Like I could be someone other than myself
[01:00.08]Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
[01:02.20]Yeah I know it never ever end well
[01:04.06]Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
[01:06.17]Uh, like abracadabra
[01:08.94]The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
[01:11.24]Been raw-doggin' ******* ever since I went platinum
[01:13.60]I feel like Hell full of bad *******
[01:16.11]Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
[01:18.07]My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
[01:21.06]Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
[01:23.69]A little too graphic
[01:25.39]At least you ****** know that I still got the passion
[01:27.52]Of someone who don't got ****, but the clothes on they back
[01:30.28]And its been that way since way back since
[01:32.27]Like I'm a killer or somethin'
[01:36.58]These ****** lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
[01:38.87]I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'
[01:41.06]I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets
[01:45.16]Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet
[01:54.07]Times ten feet
[01:56.57]**** love, it's gon' take more to convince me, that you with me
[02:01.81]And not against me
[02:04.21]Where I'm from we loaded up
[02:07.04]Pop out and turn ****** into mince meat
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作词 : Arin Ray/Corey Dean/Jarad Higgins
作曲 : Arin Ray/Corey Dean/Jarad Higgins
Uh, I don't wanna try bruh
Uh, acidic, a bunch of bad habits with
Bad magic, can't disappear and re-appear in the same sentence
I'm bad at it
The Mad Hatter, the Perc packer
The mom thrasher
The Perc mixed with the syrup turn me into a contractor
A straight tweak, so high I can't speak
Been three weeks, I still haven't met my peak
Like I could be someone other than myself
Like I could find a little Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah I know it never ever end well
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot to grab Magnums
Been raw-doggin' ******* ever since I went platinum
I feel like Hell full of bad *******
Wonder if it's room in Heaven for savages
My life's a canvas, I'm paintin' in blood like a cannibal
Rip off his head and I salvage it, huh
A little too graphic
At least you ****** know that I still got the passion
Of someone who don't got ****, but the clothes on they back
And its been that way since way back since
Like I'm a killer or somethin'
These ****** lip-singin' like Milli Vanilli or somethin'
I'm like Lil' Wayne I got a milli-milli-milli or somethin'
I guess, I'm rich, in broke pockets
Bountiful, my soul's empty, so deep, ten feet
Times ten feet
**** love, it's gon' take more to convince me, that you with me
And not against me
Where I'm from we loaded up
Pop out and turn ****** into mince meat