Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chessmaster, artist - Chester Watson. Album song Project 0, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Chessmaster |
Yeah, lately there a lot of things going on in my life |
That keep my head from meeting the pillow on lonely nights |
Only tempted to slit my wrists if I’m near a golden knife |
And I got so high that I forgot my fear of open nights |
Now I’m on a cliff, barrel full of beer, couple sprites, cup of OJ |
Got these chicks kissing like they was nice, doubt it |
Now we’re buying the city, I’d rather buy a mountain |
Buy some TNT, blow that shit up and build a cave |
I’m in tune with my youth like I found the fountain |
And I barely tie my shoes so fuck what you say |
And my whole damn crew some type of monsters |
Whenever we together, Japanese parade |
Jun-Ji and Moon-Ji got me like I copped the sponsor |
Told my girl I really talk to groupies at the concerts |
Told them they can go show they boobies to my entourage |
And their energy is getting to me make my mind up |
Every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down |
Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down |
I said that every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down |
Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down |
I can show you how to make a couple witches want |
3−0-5 I’m chilling higher eight fold like a don |
I can never trust you like I never trust your drugs |
She like how I |
Roll it up, stack it up, all these loons, I’m in love |
Pull it up, switching lanes, high as fuck boy I might go buy a plane |
Took you to the water but I can not make you drink it |
I got money murder music they gon' pay me if I say this |
Every time I be inside her she hit notes like she a singer |
I can never be a groupie give a fuck about a thing |
I remember all the times you told me I would never be shit |
I was ridin', busin', flexin' and if you need it I got eight |
Pussy boy filled with hate, blowing smoke all in they face |
Fuck around going super Sayian I might get married at the bank |
Young boys getting what he earned, you killed me my |
Thirty-five bitches on my line but I cut my phone service |
I don’t care my, look back and I |
Fuck it up, fuck a double ah, triple up and just go down |