Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Less One, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Sad Clown Bad Year, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Less One |
Less one, just might lose breath |
Read me, my right’s my left |
Less one, just might lose breath |
A routine stop, that’s what he called it |
Registration, glovebox, license, wallet |
There’s blood on the drivers face and neck |
So his police senses suspects it’s a domestic |
The girl looked like she took one to the eye |
With his hand on the gun he says 'drop the keys outside' |
Naturally the gentlemen asked them 'Why?' |
Now the gun’s coming out the holster, that’s his reply |
Passenger seat starts to scream |
Like she ain’t ever seen the same thing on the TV screen |
'Mam — shut your motherfucking mouth |
And sir — may I suggest that you unbuckle and get out' |
Door opens, left leg touched down |
Within a split second upper torso was on the ground |
Like god damn, you could’ve snapped his spine |
Pigs knee to the back, hog-tied by the swine |
Girlfriend’s tryna hold back tears |
And the driver’s on the concrete yelling and swearing |
Officer got a little bit lost in the zone |
It all took him back to childhood, home sweet home |
Doesn’t understand the reasoning for being lenient |
And won’t give you the chance for anything but obediance |
He got that from his drunk old man |
Heavy-fisted bag of piss used to throw those hands |
That’s why he never goes easy on kids |
He’s got his own kids now, he knows exactly how it is |
Now last week he caught his son smoking speed |
So if you meet you might catch a couple broken teeth |
Sometimes it can get so intense |
Profiling the type that likes to put dick up in his princess |
It used to be hippy’s, then it was black dudes |
Now she only fools around with loosers, with tattoos |
Well fuck em all, get on the ground dirt ball |
And sing hymns for the sins that protect and serve ya’ll |
Peace disturbed, eat that curb |
Or you’re looking down the barrel of steel made of nerves |
Puts his life into his work and work back into life |
So wife thinks he’s a jerk |
Ain’t no tellin what them boots might do |
If she leaves him for someone that looks like you |