Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts, artist - D-Block Europe. Album song PTSD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D-Block Europe
Song language: English
Thoughts |
Yeah, heroin |
Crack cocaine, she want some more (Ski, ski, ski) |
Murderers |
Green light, see how the blood just pour |
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw |
Lamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee) |
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to this |
You see the bezel in this |
They wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it is |
I keep on tellin' them this |
Call up my bro, he got the metal with him |
He got the devil in him |
Trappin' out foreigns, mmm, mm |
They don’t want problems, mmm, mm |
Famous but still warring mmm, mm |
They don’t want s- |
Nigga violate, put him on the front page, now his mum gotta get a Gofundme page |
Up in OT and I’m servin' the fiends, told my mum «I'll be back in a couple of |
days» |
Wearin' the same boxers and socks for a couple of days, couple of days |
All of this stress on my mind, I’m surprised that I don’t have a couple of greys |
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks |
Cap, that’s cap, that’s cap, that’s cap, I heard your raps, that’s cap, |
that’s cap |
I was like seven or eight odd years in the bando, breathing in secondhand crack |
I was watching Andy injecting heroin, I think that’s what made me tapped (Haha) |
Ate the pussy good from the back (Haha) |
MAC 11 sittin' in the bag (Haha) |
Duct tape, wipe down the sides (Haha), ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Haha) |
I’m cold so they call me A Ski |
I don’t rap on the beat, I just ski |
And I’m still on the corner with the fiends |
PSTD and the codeine |
Yeah, heroin |
Crack cocaine, she want some more (Ski, ski, ski) |
Murderers |
Green light, see how the blood just pour |
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw |
Lamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee) |
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to this |
You see the bezel in this |
They wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it is |
I keep on tellin' them this |
Call up my bro, he got the metal with him |
He got the devil in him |
Trappin' out foreigns, mmm, mm |
They don’t want problems, mmm, mm |
Famous but still warring mmm, mm |
They don’t want smoke |
Still up in the ends, with the crooks and savs |
Two nines on your neck, now you look like Adz |
Rumour has it that you got bricks and things |
Came to your home, pussy, man heard you’re a kitchen king |
I’m here with the team, don’t compare me to him |
I will never sell my soul, I’ma akh, how you mean? |
Alhamdulillah, ar Rahman nir Raheem |
Really get money in bundles |
Them man just gemmin' it |
Had suttin' in my genes that I got from my uncle |
But it weren’t inherited (Nah) |
Step out the Wraith, smile on my face, man try pop my eyes |
Cut a long story short (Short), man nearly lost his life |
Cadet on my neck, have some respsect |
Holdin' the set, I go to war if that’s what it ten |
Entrepreneur, did it correct (Yeah, yeah) |
Yeah, heroin |
Crack cocaine, she want some more (Ski, ski, ski) |
Murderers |
Green light, see how the blood just pour |
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw |
Lamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee) |
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to this |
You see the bezel in this |
They wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it is |
I keep on tellin' them this |
Call up my bro, he got the metal with him |
He got the devil in him |
Trappin' out foreigns, mmm, mm |
They don’t want problems, mmm, mm |
Famous but still warring mmm, mm |
They don’t want s- |
I just spent three thou' on a first date, baby girl, did I spend enough? |
(Yeah) |
These bitches, they’re calling me crazy but personally I think I’m generous |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Suck my dick in the cinema, they’re askin' me «How did I get this far?» |
(Nah) |
Made thousands of pounds out the rental car |
I was dodging the feds in the fattest car |
Work so hard, we be running from sleep |
Español, baby girl, say «Si» |
Losing my mind, I be runnin' off lean |
One more time, baby girl say «Ski» |
Please do not question me, I sip lean for PTSD |
These demons inside of me, I got demons fightin' me |
Yeah, heroin |
Crack cocaine, she want some more (Ski, ski, ski) |
Murderers |
Green light, see how the blood just pour |
No condom, kitty so good, I gotta hit it raw |
Lamborghini, suicidal doors (Hee, hee, hee, hee) |
Trappin' out OT, suicidal thoughts (She want some more) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Patek on my wrist, you know there’s levels to this |
You see the bezel in this |
They wanna smoke, I’m on whatever it is |
I keep on tellin' them this |
Call up my bro, he got the metal with him |
He got the devil in him |
Trappin' out foreigns, mmm, mm |
They don’t want problems, mmm, mm |
Famous but still warring mmm, mm |
They don’t want s- |