Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dopamine, artist - Bas. Date of issue: 15.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dopamine |
| Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it |
| You’re only as low as you think, fuck it |
| Your never as low as you think, nah, nah, man your never as low as you think |
| A moment of silence with words that he heard on the phone |
| Strapped up just like a Platoon, won’t find no Oliver Stone |
| He had four brothers when he was 16 and my nigga now all of them gone |
| I break a pound of that loud, I smoke it all on my own |
| Look, I’m at work like fuck it man |
| I might flip and tell my manager to suck it man |
| Whats two hundred dollars a week |
| I got a bunch of fam |
| Got aunties, got my brother, my sister, my father, my mother |
| Plus I got Uncle Sam |
| And this mop ain’t the only thing right in this bucket man |
| But back to mopping like fuck it man |
| Know I got a lot of better things coming man |
| I know a lot of niggas doubt but they don’t understand that |
| Ain’t no limits to what God can prove |
| They told me this life wasn’t logical and I showed my niggas it was possible |
| Like fuck an obstacle cause this wasn’t even in the plan |
| And now I notice what I got to do |
| And I’m not just going to shine I’ma blind you too |
| Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it |
| You’re only as low as you think, fuck it |
| Your never as low as you think, nah, nah, man your never as low as you think |
| Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it |
| You’re only as low as you think, fuck it |
| You’re never as low as you think, nah, nah, man your never as low as you think |
| Shit, cause I ain’t rich enough |
| I mean my father got a whip but ain’t sick enough |
| My mother need treatment like she ain’t been sick enough? |
| My cousin need treatment like she ain’t been sick enough? |
| My God I mean before I die give me everything required to die knowing I did |
| enough |
| And my niggas well, they can never drink enough |
| Let me get a couple bottles get 'em liquored up |
| Young kings in the city so we feast like the royals, sleepless |
| The city the only teacher, the snakes in retreat |
| Don’t retreat thats a coil |
| Stray from police they will seek and destroy you |
| Nigga no pirates, homie I got lockships |
| I go Loch Ness on these fuck niggas, can’t fuck with us |
| They all boxed in, might circle round and dump shots in |
| See Cole, he might pop in and go beast mode |
| The new East Coasts, them Queens niggas to them Ville niggas gone speak for it |
| Niggas know it, I feel at home in like every city |
| Rock big body like 750 |
| My bitch body like Heaven pick me |
| I’m winning nigga, I’m winning nigga, I’m |
| Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it |
| You’re only as low as you think, fuck it |
| Your never as low as you think, nah, nah, man your never as low as you think |
| Got a whole tank of dopamine, flush it |
| You’re only as low as you think, fuck it |
| Your never as low as you think, nah, nah, man your never as low as you think |
| A moment of silence with words that he heard on the phone |
| Strapped up just like a Platoon |
| Won’t find no Oliver Stone, he had four brothers when he was 16 and my nigga |
| now all of them gone |
| I break a pound of that loud, I smoke it all on my own |
| Never mix soil in blood, but I still call them my own |
| I call them my own, I know that’s my own |
| Never mix soil in blood, but I still call them my own |
| I call them my own, I know that’s my own |