Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FLYING, artist - Dabbla. Date of issue: 02.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FLYING |
| Allow me to stipulate |
| Got your chick sweating out her titty tape |
| Let’s this get shitty straight |
| If we don’t integrate, I can’t participate |
| Put it all behind me, like I’m missing me |
| Swiggin' bottles, pissing on your business model |
| Do I look as if I’m bothered by some little squabble? |
| Busted two Corona with the melatonin |
| Couple dozen hours later, life’s a doddle |
| Then I woke up in my happy place |
| In the mirror, practicing my rapping face |
| Turn a Tuesday night into a Saturday |
| Coulda, woulda, shoulda, but I, fuck it doesn’t matter mate |
| I think, therefore I’m not mixed up with a hell of a lot more in the pot |
| It’s getting harder to ignore what I got |
| Tighten the knot, guess that the bullshit will never stop |
| Neverrr |
| Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop |
| Uh, the fuck you shouting at? |
| Anti-music, I can’t get down with that |
| Here’s another rhyme about how bad I am |
| Aren’t you fucking bored of all the sound of that? |
| Peeling your dignity like a strip-tease |
| Drip feeding the life, supplying them quick peas |
| Displeased with the way that your life is unfolding |
| Boy, stop snorting the Devil’s dickcheese |
| Brand new, better canvas and shit for me to add to |
| In between the scene of making music and what have you |
| Should give a nod to the camera you wanted me to pan to (what's the point?) |
| It’s the worthlessness that gives it value |
| Just another alkaline based lifeform |
| Cooking up a twenty plate mezze in a sidestorm |
| Anything to keep the fucking pies warm |
| On a search for something I can die for |
| Neverrr |
| Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop |
| Uh, thought I’d write a third in it |
| Why the fuck not, might just get absurd with it |
| Lost a lot of friends, I guess they really weren’t in it (in it) |
| Lost my shit too, must admit the herb did it (did it) |
| Spur of the moment, came at a slurred lyric |
| Many seconds per minute, I paint a blurred image |
| Third digit from pinky with no return ticket |
| And I ain’t happy with none of it 'til I murdered it |
| Let’s play a game, it’s called how long 'til they all hate me |
| I’m in the field, still nobody’s passed the ball lately |
| Purely retarded thoughts that swarm daily |
| Fucking crazy for thinking the shit’s for your safety |
| Been feeling kind of off the wall, baby |
| Lord wise thou forsaken me, I’m all wavy |
| The way that they’re painting it does look sure tasty |
| I’m just happy zoning out and getting more spacey |
| Neverrr |
| Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop |