Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cards, artist - 99 Neighbors. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cards |
| Cards, we swiping cards |
| They want an inch, we give a yard |
| Not fully charged |
| We droppin' anchors like a harbor |
| Posted up in places that we can’t afford |
| We can’t afford, we can’t affor- |
| (We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards |
| They want an inch, we give a yard |
| Not fully charged |
| We droppin' anchors like a harbor |
| Posted up in places that we can’t afford |
| We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus |
| This what happens when god die and the demons rule |
| Apocalyptic, let’s get descriptive on evil tunes |
| Pay your respects or end up dead on your local news |
| Scrap heap the books and get freaky 'cause that’s what heathens do (Oh shit) |
| My stomach faded, my mental hungry, my mind been ill |
| My ego turning, my liver burning, I quit the pills |
| My Nana asking me «why is you always chasing thrills?» |
| Only way to find myself some dollar bills |
| My mind been leveled up |
| My lonely spirits shaking and dranking the devil’s cup |
| I got the special stuff |
| I smoke the shit and awaken, my vacant brain erupts |
| I hope to say enough |
| My life been nipped and tucked |
| A lonely roads behind me telling me they been catchin' up |
| Cards, we swiping cards |
| They want an inch, we give a yard |
| Not fully charged |
| We droppin' anchors like a harbor |
| Posted up in places that we can’t afford |
| We can’t afford, we can’t affor- |
| (We swipin') Cards, we swiping cards |
| They want an inch, we give a yard |
| Not fully charged |
| We droppin' anchors like a harbor |
| Posted up in places that we can’t afford |
| We pressing luck, I gotta plan, I gotta focus |
| Whatever hurdle, exposure or situation |
| A boulder inside my path once crossed will not remain |
| In plain, I’ve risen higher than church windows with stains |
| They hate, but like the devil, they won’t call me by name |
| Bitch, I’m great |
| Straight out the belly of the beast wit' it |
| Four hundred degrees, couple broken bones and some teeth missing |
| We runnin' things, yeah, we bleed different |
| So tuck your chain, we don’t need attention |
| And fuck the fame, I just handle my business, dismantle the system |
| The road to the riches has been paved in blood diamonds |
| So fuck it, my neck shinin', fuck it, my Patek dancin' |
| Blow 'bout a hundred million, wasted on my advance |
| Too stuck in the fast life, peeping my gas light |
| Drank too much last night, thought i was seeing double |
| Thought I was leaving trouble, I’m wrong, I move a muscle |
| The drinks was telling me to cause a scene |
| I got bruised knuckles, ya feel me? |
| Cards, we swiping cards |
| They want an inch, we give a yard |
| Not fully charged |
| We droppin' anchors like a harbor |
| Posted up in places that we can’t afford |
| We can’t afford, we can’t affor- |
| But I been on a fast course, they wanted a rap chorus |
| But the shit I’m speaking isn’t sinkin' in, don’t act porous |
| I’m exactly what they wanted and then some |
| The task force cleansin' in the game 'cause they asked for it |
| You bastards |
| Need to wash yo' ass end get up off at two |
| What’s the difference from me to you? |
| I made a couple of tunes |
| Couple of moves that went right |
| So we could garner the views |
| So why I’m still stressin' 'bout I ain’t finish with school? |