Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pele, artist - Angelo Mota. Album song My Art Is Bad, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Angelo Mota
Song language: English
Pele |
| Got a hold on me now |
| No you can’t hold me down |
| I got low on these ghosts |
| In a hole in the ground |
| No control on me now |
| Got a hold on me now |
| No you can’t hold me down |
| I got low on these ghosts |
| In a hole in the ground |
| No control on me now |
| Got a hold on me now |
| No you can’t hold me down |
| I got low on these ghosts |
| In a hole in the ground |
| No control on me now |
| Got a hold on me now |
| No you can’t hold me down |
| I can not regret it |
| I want it, I get it, and then I forget it |
| My goals in the twenties, my nose in the clouds and my |
| Head in the heavens |
| My bro got a business, thank God for his blessings |
| The more that I’m bleeding the more I can smell it |
| It’s closer than ever |
| You don’t gotta guess it |
| Kick up the turf like I’m Pelè, I’m ready |
| Pack on me hoe, if you buying, I’m selling |
| I’m back on me hoe, all the whining irrelevant |
| Give a fuck bout a cop or a president |
| Ain’t it evident, boutta be deader than |
| Anybody who had said they were better than |
| Anybody, don’t you get we ain’t separate |
| Plenty bodies stacking up cause of Benjamins |
| Plenty hommies from Tylers and Benjamins |
| Ain’t no Tommys get locked more than seven and |
| Ain’t no mommies get rest in they head again, glad I’m american |
| Glad I ain’t giving a fuck and I’m settling |
| Pull up the trunk, hit the, and I’m sedated |
| I’ll let you argue about how I said the shit |
| Missing the messages |
| Sit in the room but don’t speak on the elephant |
| I hit my peak when I peeked off the edge of it |
| Steeping and sipping the tea with the extras and |
| Plead with my brethren to ease off the lettuce |
| I know I don’t listen to what I be telling them |
| Knowing myself, I got so much intelligence |
| I got the dust and the webs and the skeletons |
| I got some rust on the whip but I’m sailing it |
| And that shit sound like a ship when I’m pressing the gas and the |
| Shit hits the metal, it’s actually fabric |
| I still pack it out, now we dipping and dashing and bumping the classics |
| The dope from the izzy, this feel like blue magic |
| I’m hoping I really get hold of my actions |