Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boils Down, artist - After The Smoke. Album song Microwaves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Boils Down |
| It’s almost terrifying |
| That feeling that you’re dealing with, could it be the fear of flying? |
| So, I’m verifying that these pair of dimes are the paradigm |
| Real OG’s don’t fear dying but, a franchise of a pure crime |
| Roll with a nigga roasting, toasting, coasting by the ocean |
| So cold, I’ma go Conan |
| Blood stains nigga, gold fangs |
| Nigga ruthless, blood on my hands, rather go nameless |
| Wish it was a better way but, the government sure ain’t saying shit |
| What we gon' do? |
| Lord give me an answer |
| What they say if mom got breast cancer? |
| Drink up, get high, eyes closed, just don’t throw a tantrum |
| When the cops say, «boy, put ya fucking hands up!» |
| Maybe with a bit of luck we’ll love, kill |
| Awwww, follow me now |
| Maybe with a bit of love, pills, drugs we’ll all boil down |
| Maybe with a bit of love, pills, drugs we’ll all boil down |
| Fuck that, wait wait wait… |