Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nevermind, artist - Austin RoyaleDate of issue: 01.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nevermind |
| Looks like you’re waiting |
| For some shit to happen |
| Way you’re staring at me |
| When I dropped out |
| Had so much weight on me |
| Boy you know I had to get it crackin' |
| Full throttle shit |
| Had to get it mashing |
| Even if you’re savage |
| Bet you couldn’t fathom |
| Making plays state to state |
| Living out a suit-case |
| There ain’t no space |
| There ain’t no space |
| I need leg room |
| Making no waves |
| Get out my way |
| Man I came home |
| To my mom gone |
| And my fucking clothes in the driveway huh |
| Whole state out in LA |
| Niggas thinking we’re on vacay |
| Past two years I was in the A |
| Doing shows on my birthday |
| Bitches saying I’m a fuck boy |
| Then fuck the boy on the same day |
| See a stage full of gang |
| And they wanna come and rage anyway huh! |
| HOOK: |
| (Austin) |
| Never-mind us |
| Never-mind us |
| This what we signed up |
| (Austin) |
| See the line-up |
| (Austin) |
| Don’t you mind us |
| Don’t you mind us |
| Never-mind us |
| Never-mind us |
| BRIDGE: |
| (Well$) |
| Ticking time bomb |
| Tell 'em times up |
| Been about it |
| So they know about it |
| Nigga I been out here |
| Eating prime cuts |
| Now a young nigga primetime |
| I’m just out here putting shots up |
| Coast-to-coast making plays |
| Gotta surf the wave |
| If you wanna find us |
| VERSE 2: (Well$) |
| Cold killer nigga |
| Been about it since like '94 |
| Ten toes down |
| On my mama’s porch |
| We was poor |
| I was writing |
| Just like Edgar Allen Poe |
| Never home |
| But we stay kicking doors |
| Fourteen hours touching road |
| Yeah |
| Long-end hours |
| Like them truck drivers |
| Now I’m getting paid for overnighters |
| Filling quotas up |
| Picking hoes up |
| I won’t fuck her less she overnight it |
| All my hoes from the hood mane |
| Tell 'em red-eye flights is so exciting |
| Solo cappin |
| And I ain’t even need no promo package |
| Been a star since polo cackies |
| ??? |
| nigga in the valley |
| Mike won’t fuck her |
| Less her titties plastic |
| We don’t fuck with hoes |
| Who fuck with rappers |
| Out-the-gate bitch it’s been a classic |
| Went from micky-d's to turkey salads |
| Went from rapping songs to making ballads |
| Bitch I’m Lenny Kravitz |
| You fuckin' have it |
| Hey |
| VERSE 3 (Frais006): |
| Early in the morning |
| Go get this money |
| Heard you hating on me |
| You’s a crumb let’s keep it honest |
| Got no ties with Satan |
| I just came from Hell and water |
| Knew I’d make it back |
| Now I got them racks |
| Look… |
| Wake up sad as fuck |
| Smoke a blunt |
| Nigga got over it |
| Bitch game head monster |
| Got me feeling like Cloverfield |
| Fuck all that talking it’s over with |
| Come to my city I run the shit |
| Trap bunkin' out at 4AM |
| Serve it through the burglar-bar doors |
| West-side of the seven-O |
| 1500 if you’re looking for us |
| Got some bad hoes that’s gon fuck the bro |
| Trick a nigga and steal for us |
| Soon as a nigga got right |
| Seem like shit got harder for us |
| Fuck that shit I’ll never force |
| Shoot a nigga off his front porch |
| If he thinking that I got something for 'em |