Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Topanga, 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
Topanga |
Walkin' to the house like I’m probably smellin' loudly |
Groceries in my hand, always talkin' to myself, my homies don’t understand |
People sayin' «what the fuck?» |
World domination was the plan from the jump |
I was Salvador Dali, just tryna melt surroundings |
And no I didn’t ask I don’t care how you felt about me |
Materialise the vision, let’s fuck whoever was doubting it |
Back to the mountains in Topanga |
Topanga |
Talkin' to a gorgeous chick, about horror flicks inside of the forest |
In life I guess I got to ignore it for a bit |
Cos most memories found storage in the wind |
Back when I was seventeen, over on the binge |
Still on the binge but I loiter over sins now |
Strategising, tryna fill the void with golden chicks |
But time still ticks when you sit down |
So if you ain’t getting better, someone else is, that’s a guarantee |
Chester Watson on the fritz, that’s a scary thing |
Skating, fucking awesome and a flicked match |
Got $ 300 kicks I barely fit, check |
Rocked the red vans 'till they ripped |
Talking to the dead, saying R.I.P |
Jeff said, «Chester, just be careful with this shits» |
I know, I know, Ouija board’s not for the crib |
I get it, I think I just wanna head to the thrift in |
Topanga |