Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off the Contact, artist - Core MassonDate of issue: 13.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off the Contact |
| Yeah |
| The I-N-T-E-Double-L |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| 2nd Generation Wu |
| I said |
| I said |
| Getting high off the contact |
| Can’t see me, where’s your contacts? |
| Getting high off the contact |
| Can’t see me, where’s your contacts? |
| I said |
| Getting high off the contact |
| Can’t see me, where’s your contacts? |
| Getting high off the contact |
| Can’t see me, where’s your contacts? |
| Yeah |
| We don’t respect authority figures |
| These racist pigs wanna call me a nigga |
| My word and my balls, all that I got |
| And my hands up, I don’t wanna get shot |
| Especially riding in the foreign I got |
| I pray to God I don’t get stopped |
| Got at last ten years in my truck |
| I’m heading up north |
| I was hlla young, hopped off the Porsche |
| Young nigga pass me the torch |
| Burn a nigga alive, nigga get scorched |
| Take off your track and that’s my force |
| Look at this fucking jewelry I bought |
| Summertime, I had that Porsche |
| Reap what you sow, I sold it all |
| Life like a movie, I wrote the score |
| Nigga I’m red, hoe I’m raw |
| All these years we ain’t get caught |
| Champagne for a King |
| And I’m through saving my dogs |
| And I keep a bad bitch, that’s for sure |
| I got loose change for these whores |
| Ain’t shit to cut the bitch off |
| Getting high off the contact |
| Can’t see me, where’s your contacts? |
| I said |
| Getting high off the contact |
| Can’t see me, where’s your contacts? |
| Stay quiet, what they need to be |
| Chill with the attitude nigga like Eazy-E (What?) |
| One voice in my head said «Believe in me» (Huh?) |
| The other voice sounded like Stephen King (Ew) |
| You’re deepest deep just like a Dawson’s Creek and I fit your life inside a |
| moment (Pussy) |
| My deepest deep just like |
| Some days I feel like I’m chosen |
| When an emcee wanna battle foes |
| I don’t know but when the casket close, I want guns and roses like Axel Rose |
| (Yeah) |
| The chain is rocky as a gravel road |
| My flow is colder than the blackest toes |
| I’m the black Da Vinci tryna crack the code |
| Packing up the stress until the track just flows |
| Say word (Yeah), Never been the quiet type (Nope) |
| People in my head come alive at night |
| When the vibe is right and the time is nice |
| You could say I come alive from the rhymes I write |
| Sundown on the boarder, I grind all night |
| Always been lit, imma shine all night |
| Gotta take your time, make your mind all right |
| And I’m fine but my mind is a bomb on sight like |
| ARGHHHH NIGGA |
| WHOOOOO |