Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Little Razorblade, artist - Apathy. Album song Uzi Does It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tokyo Sex Whale
Song language: English
My Little Razorblade |
You see us coming through the door with our hoods up |
Eyes low sipping on that good stuff |
And you ain’t gotta ask if you need a couple bags say Daddy come and give me |
some sugar |
You see us coming through the door with our hoods up |
Eyes low sipping on that good stuff |
And you ain’t gotta ask if you need a couple bags say Daddy come and give me |
some sugar |
Kids idolize us, mothers all despise us |
Cuz I keep ‘em higher than the bottom of a sky bus |
Try some powder sugar pie crumbs |
Hundred dollar booger hooker look at you girl you’se a fine one |
I could make your mind numb if you so decided |
You don’t want to try it quiet I can make your mind up |
You should come and find us who knows you might enjoy it |
Choppin' up a line up on the top of a toilet |
Stop trying to avoid it boys and girls |
Come get your poison it’s funner and cheaper than a toy is |
You should see my clientele I ain’t saying names but |
I can build a train track everybody’s buying rails |
True fact people at Warner are fuckin' high as hell |
How can you explain putting RYU’s shit up on the shelf |
Now here is a story all about how |
This old-school shit flips upside-down |
See the '80s wasn’t always so shiny and colorful |
Living comfortable as Coogi sweaters on Cliff Huxtable |
When you was in the womb sleeping peacefully to grow |
I was in my womb while my parents sniffed blow |
See they were teenagers misbehavers |
Who left little straws, mirrors and razors |
You think this shit is fly ain’t a damn thing funny |
Someone broke into our crib and stole our Christmas money |
And when I was a little kid all of my bad dreams |
Consisted of cokeheads, burglars and crack-fiends |
All that glitters ain’t gold I promise |
Shit was fucked up when Reagan was in office |
Food stamps, government, Jesus and cocaine |
I never knew a single soul who owned a rope chain |