Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Landing feat. Wasiu, artist - Apashe. Album song Copter Boy, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Record label: SBA Production LLC, a Warner Music Group Company
Song language: English
The Landing feat. Wasiu |
Wishin' for my downfall |
Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo |
I ain’t woried, I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Ya wishin' for my downfall |
Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo |
I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Taste the fury of the black fist |
Truely givin' bars like the jury do the black kids |
This ain’t a game boys, purely for the practice |
I verse some, they soundbite, then turn me to a classic |
They love to bring a nigga up then blast him |
Blind him with the plastics, and pictures of the crash hit |
Put him in the past, he looks as them in a casket |
I won’t be a stat, consequences of your actions |
Attackin', Im a fallen angel, my decent is from the heavens |
My ___? |
is ___?, then the blood is ever reverence |
The writing is a method, I write it down then death hits |
___? |
words and lines, I see the light and write your sentence |
But I’m no Messiah, I was hired by the most high |
To come inspire and breath fire on these false gods |
Destroy empires through the wire while you’re ___? |
Cause I’m not a writer, I’m a choir filled with coke lies |
Ya wishin' for my downfall |
Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo |
I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Ya wishin' for my downfall |
Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo |
I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Ya wishin' for my downfall |
I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Bars are ___?, stars are ending, this Armageddon |
Songs are gettin' blown, call my squad, it’s ___? |
I spark attention cause I’m smart and darts ___? |
I’m from the ___?, when I talk it must be condescending |
This ain’t for stardom, this for starving bellies |
How many artists jelly? |
Probly many |
I’m laughin' at the videos, I call ___? |
Le-let's get this party started, where my bottle of Henny? |
Collision course, I’ll blow you all away |
But with precision, hear my targets for ___? |
My penmenship is sharper than your barber’s blade |
They couldn’t catch the ___? |
so they caught a fade |
I couldn’t catch my temper so a caught a case |
They couldn’t catch me slipin' so I got away |
To the old heads thet be sayin' that we all the same |
Don’t try to sign me man, I probly know your daughter’s name |
Almost there, I’m getting closer, see the grind approaching |
You’re looking hopeless, cause I’m so big that I’m outta focus |
The game explosive, grab my shoulders, I’m bout to blow shit |
Catch a free ride on the motion like a stolen Opus |
Yeah, wishin' for my downfall |
Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo |
I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |
Ya wishin' for my downfall |
Like a shootin' star headin' to the ground yo |
I ain’t woried I ain’t mad thats the plan though |
Imma crash land right into your damn jaw |