Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dry Ice, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Rome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Dry Ice |
| Yeah I was in on the plot, but you still got a fiend shot |
| Elections over, but the robocalls never stop |
| Negotiations broke down, they sendin' Robocop |
| I don’t know nothin', I don’t call a lot |
| Answerin' the phone like you know I want sun’thin' |
| (hey, you not wrong) |
| She said come inside if you cummin', so we bet the farm |
| Anything I ever got was on the arm |
| Anything I ever got was on my own |
| how I watch the throne |
| Type of kid who never want to be at home |
| Be in the park shootin' hoops alone |
| In the dark, red flag, but what you gon' really do for 'em |
| He already gone |
| Once they put him in the whole, he was ready for 'em |
| Submit the verse long form to put it on Twitter for you silly niggas |
| Walked past homeless like cry me a river |
| No question 'bout it doc, I’m gettin' sicker |
| When she said the magic word, definitely got bigger |
| No question 'bout it, I’m definitely gettin' sicker |
| Smoke like dry ice, erry line is a mirror |
| Try as they might, never see him clearer |
| What he most wanted she wouldn’t give |
| Took e’rything else, he the type to do it big |
| It’s like an ocean out there |
| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though |
| Under the undertow |
| It’s like an ocean out there |
| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though |
| Under the undertow |
| It’s like an ocean out there |
| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though |
| Under the undertow |
| It’s like an ocean out there |
| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though |
| Under the undertow |
| It’s like an ocean out there |
| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though |
| Under the undertow |
| It’s like an ocean out there |
| Sometimes I wonder how I keep from going under though |
| Under the undertow |
| The universe is unbothered |
| What’s the matter if I murder a few rap bloggers |
| History told by a conqueror |
| Rounded the remains to the nearest tenth |
| Tell me how he grew grain like it’s his |
| Leave no prints |
| Skin to skin |
| Wickedness in high places |
| Watch ya chair |
| Swordplay, bounty of war, red sauce is port based |
| Storm chasin', tryin' to melt my face on my born day |
| Shape of things to come |
| Practicin' for a world where they don’t exist |
| Pigs that shoot hoops with the kids |
| Two months later slappin' cufflinks on they wrists |
| Runnin' off script |
| Pop, smoke, sniff |
| Psychotropic dose |
| Pockets open |
| Swear to no one |
| I know oceans |
| I got no lungs |