Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pinball II, artist - Bas. Date of issue: 09.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pinball II |
| Shine black man melanin gold |
| I hope you never get old |
| Keep your youthful spirit |
| I know the world do fear it |
| You’re the tip of the spear |
| And with our dyin' breaths I bet the world gon' hear it, look |
| I been saving money for my taxes |
| Bassy keep on jumpin' through these brackets |
| I got 20 bitches coming back to the crib |
| I make sure my niggas' got some racks, what you need |
| They gon' shoot through niggas' like it’s practice |
| I just make the money run some laps |
| Every times I pass go see the cash grow |
| We don’t even act cordial we assholes |
| Bitches in my lasso, is that so? |
| That’s word to my last hoe, I’m that cold |
| Runnin' through the town a black soul |
| My past froze twenty-nine times over |
| Look I have seen more than my time |
| Lived 9 lives for about twenty cats over I told ya |
| Everything you’ve done I done, overdid, I’m over it |
| Nigga Dreamville the whole coast how we shouldered it? |
| Them boys stale like toast when it’s overdid |
| I hope they quit for real |
| But if they don’t I got a million joints |
| I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket how I’m outta here |
| A lot of em' sound like they in a talent show |
| So I give 'em something to remember like the Alamo |
| Tally-ho! |
| A high Joker like a Spades game |
| Keeping both eyes open wide rain man |
| Crew high on that fuck your life drank man |
| We slide in the bucket like paint |
| Never gave a fuck, fuck what you might think |
| Ran up in the club 'till they sent the lights in |
| Had to tell the owner please let the lights dim |
| Five more minutes see me a nice slim |
| Thick bitch with the you me and my grin |
| Tell her bring the crew you me and my friends |
| See where the night end with the right guy |
| Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen |
| Creep like the lightning in the night sky |
| Go deep Janet Jackson, we back to back in |
| Black SUV’s, black tints would you look at that? |
| I’m booby trapped in your fluid black skin |
| No groupie action, your bougie accent |
| You’re truly classic, girl we outta here |
| Bas, it’s Bassy |
| Queens nigga with the Fiends nigga |
| Got the bean waitin' in the pocket ooh |
| I asked P, what’s poppin'? |
| He said we are nigga, trips to DR nigga |
| Got the borough jumpin' like it’s J.R. Smith |
| Know a couple niggas' let the A-R spit |
| Got no interest what you say y’all did |
| Only where y’all live |
| Smokin' blunts 'cause that’s the way I live |
| And where I live? |
| Niggas dyin' front of their shorty, wives |
| And their brother’s ride on the other side |
| Every death is like a 100 lives |
| Flatlined from the black nine |
| I could feel the pressure multiplying |
| Make you feel like ain’t no hope in trying |
| But we always trying |
| All this blood I bet it float to sea and wash out |
| 'Cause they don’t want you to see but watch out |
| Nigga watch out |
| See I want you to see |
| I’ve been through so many things |
| Things ain’t always what they seem |
| Hope you get the message |
| I hope you figure it out |
| Now I’m right where I belong |
| Had to let it go |
| All the pain I was holding on |
| Now I get the message |
| I had to figure it out |
| You got to feel the music, do you understand? |
| It takes you higher and higher |