Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nobody Knows Your Name Until You Shoot the Place Up, artist - Deviant.
Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nobody Knows Your Name Until You Shoot the Place Up |
Lately I been distant |
Head up in the clouds so resistant |
Finding it hard to relax |
I been up in my seat steady twitchin to the |
Tick tock tick of the clock |
Need to clear my head run round the block |
Stay persistent, cause I know I gotta be consistent |
Had the vision gotta bring it to fruition |
Musician? |
How you gon make it? |
You never listen |
I hear that every day in my head but I’m still committed |
Ima hit it like a stingray to stevies chest and leave a hole in the hearts of |
many |
Feed the masses all a piece of my soul while these motherfuckers act and win an |
emmy |
I been working every day with my team |
Blood sweat tears for the dream and the blessings plenty |
But sometimes I feel like I’m cursed with my body in a hearse, quick I need a |
nurse |
Had a bad dream like the other day |
In front of the crowd standing on the stage |
All white masks up on all their faces |
Spit my heart and soul but they avert their gazes |
I don’t want much but an ear to listen |
Lend it and I swear I’ll snap necks, turns the crowd to crimson |
When I turn heads, it’s written |
Lucid worldwide that’s the fuckin vision like |
Take the world by storm, Hurricane Katrina |
Hit them with wisdom God level Athena |
Unconventional like no Geneva |
Ima stimulate the senses call me sativa |
Keep on talking all your shit and you can catch these motherfuckin hands like |
you a wide receiver |
Eat these pussies up like Rice |
Call up Jerry Ess to clean up, that’s procedure |
Had a bad dream like the other day |
In front of the crowd standing on the stage |
All white masks up on all their faces |
Spit my heart and soul but they avert their gazes |
I don’t want much but an ear to listen |
Lend it and I swear I’ll snap necks, turns the crowd to crimson |
When I turn heads, it’s written |
Lucid worldwide that’s the fuckin vision like |