Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arcane, artist - Dabbla. Album song Chapsville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Arcane |
| Ey yo, slurping on the Ballantine’s and swerving like a boss |
| I’m not a flashy bastard but the bars are worth the floss |
| My life is pretty colourful, the hustles in its prime |
| Dabbla specialise in making paper while you doss |
| Pulled up in a jam with a handful of hot shit |
| Suddenly the whole damn place just lost it |
| Flipped on his head, land on the coccyx |
| Transfer the foot, expanding the droplets |
| Banned from the light, strangle the darkness |
| Nothing that the heart can’t handle regardless |
| Mangle the proof, truth is the garnish |
| Getting to the roots of the truth they tarnish |
| I’m a, Fucking idiot for thinking I can make a difference |
| Only one mistake is thinking you can fake forgiveness |
| Are you willing to participate and go the distance? |
| Clinging on to hopeless answers to your own existence |
| Yeah, while they was fishing for their bars |
| I continue with the mission, kept 'em wishing on a star |
| Until the dream became a vision, residual with the shards |
| Suddenly, it clicked into position and here we are |
| I’m a walking, talking work in progress merking 'em while I catch joke in the |
| process |
| Anyone that wanna test us that’s hopeless, talking about get loose! |
| And I’m coming for the cup and the medal and the trophy, badge and the book |
| Give a fuck if you felt rude boy cause if you’re not true to yourself there’s |
| no excuse |
| I’ve never cheated on my girl, the microphones my bitch |
| You might even see me switch, you don’t get away with shit |
| Shit I’m on it so legit, I’m an inferno when it’s lit |
| Trust me, that’s the sound of money that be hurling out the whip |
| Strip to the bone, I’ma own this ting |
| Then we’re gonna roam like a throne less king |
| If I can’t really call this place home, I’ma go so low hope it don’t sting |
| Watch for the beat when I dip down low, got 'em like yeah man the shit sound |
| dope |
| Straight to the bar, let me fill up my cup |
| Gonna have a quick whip round then we go, oh |
| Should have seen it coming, sorry I was miles away |
| Banging, acting like big Brock in the upper it’s miles away |
| Whilst I was a yute I used to use them rainbow rips |
| But I wasn’t burning seasoned sticks you hippy cunts can eat a furthermore |
| I’ma spit so nang, kill a dance floor when the disco’s jam |
| Pick up the mic like (Fuck your tune!) |
| Go’s for anyone that want it with the gang |
| I’ll be like fam, let’s get real |
| Don’t act up gimme summit I can feel |
| Anybody can bust a quick sixteen bar, Is it really on par though, |
| does he get ill? |
| Yeah and while your fishing for them bars |
| I’ll continue with the vision, keep on switching up the styles |
| Until all the competition collapse like a house of cards |
| Finally, it clicked into position and here we are |