Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber) , by - Death Grips. Release date: 02.07.2017
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber) , by - Death Grips. Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber) |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life |
| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life |
| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life |
| Slippery when panickin', this seems like surfin' gasoline |
| At the mercy of my discrepancy |
| I’ve got countless current identities |
| Which one should I pretend to be? |
| Which will be the end of me? |
| Fuck my present coordinates |
| I will 'em dead like, like, like, like, like, like, like |
| It’s not what you think |
| Fuck you want from us? |
| We’re the same as you |
| But we know we’re fucked |
| But we came as you, like you know it’s us |
| And your mind, not you |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life |
| Cut one, spill revelations, it’s fucked |
| Center seal of my imagination, fucked |
| Forehead of mine submergin', I’m sinkin' |
| Noah’s Ark, blood’s virgin, stop thinkin' |
| See now? |
| There ya go |
| It’s alright, your write-offs belong to vultures |
| My whole life like vultures |
| Brain coverage is more like |
| My vision ain’t no good on my sore side |
| There ya go, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go |
| There ya go, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go |
| There ya go, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go |
| Cut one, spill revelations, it’s fucked |
| Center seal of my imagination, fucked |
| Forehead of mine submergin', I’m sinkin' |
| Noah’s Ark, blood’s virgin, stop thinkin' |
| See now? |
| There ya go |
| It’s alright, your write-offs belong to vultures |
| My whole life like vultures |
| Brain coverage is more like |
| My vision ain’t no good on my sore side |
| This ghost town’s my compound, I’m a saboteur |
| Your town’s my smoke cloud, I stay at war |
| By night shift I don’t exist, chump, saddle up |
| A dust to dust motionless struck belly up |
| Your skies are lip balm on my balls |
| Elemental cyclotron on white walls |
| I met you and your carne asada to cry |
| Fuck everything, now go ahead and pay us for my shrine, wait |
| This ghost town’s my compound, I’m a saboteur |
| Your town’s my smoke cloud, I stay at war |
| By night shift I don’t exist, chump, saddle up |
| A dust to dust motionless struck belly up |
| Birch wood emoji wrought with human branches |
| Your innocence save your hopes, I just throw the dice |
| And I’ve been like this for my whole fucking life |
| My whole fucking life’s your whole fucking life |
| Section 2 |
| Panic, panic, panic, panic |
| Panic, panic, panic, panic |
| You know this bitch, this is the bitch you know |
| I would not fuck a basic bitch, bring a bitch and I want more |
| Uptight bitch, your blood’s like bitch, right? |
| Zip tight flow |
| Handle a bitch, handle a bitch, handle a bitch like so |
| I’m not no bitch like that |
| That bitch go, they start off and strip like plat' |
| Fuckin' with C-notes, like please don’t, that bitch might act |
| Handle a bitch, I’ll handle a bitch, I’ll handle a bitch like that |
| Woah, I’m dead, bitch |
| Your blood’s like bitch, right? |
| This bitch still prayin' to the sun |
| That bitch more ate up than my lunch |
| That bitch make me take my time |
| Makin' for change, they gonna come |
| Bitch always been assed out |
| Kiss your black ass on the mouth |
| Shit, had bitch, that bitch is broke |
| Said, broke bitch, I’m on that dope |
| Bitches more sick |
| I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat |
| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck |
| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast |
| Bitches more sick |
| I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat |
| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck |
| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast |
| Bitches, I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat |
| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck |
| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast |
| Bitches more sick |
| I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat |
| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck |
| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast |
| He’s a bitch, she’s a bitch, sorry bitch |
| Section 3 |
| Exist like a drunk man at the wheel |
| But first sittin' in the front, not at the wheel |
| No clue I could fuck you 'cause I will |
| Fuck praise, all it does is pay my bills |
| I faced the crowd in Vegas there |
| Ever fake but isn’t where |
| Shit ain’t raw, they can’t compare |
| Check AWOL, bitch, I’m always there |
| Intangible intrusion to the bone, through the bone |
| Feels human bones, human skill |
| Blessed on windmill and opium feel |
| Bumpin' shit, I leave open seal |
| Ghoulishly austere, paralysis is my souvenir |
| Exit wounds and rabbit ears |
| Rabbit holes that last for years |
| Now can you see I have no fears? |
| Not havin' cares, post-stratosphere |
| (Witness post-stratosphere) |
| Misspoke language of savoir faire |
| Don’t need to come with the stolen hair |
| Stranger slip by, catch my interest |
| Look for a minute at a safe distance |
| Lose my place, look back, see no one |
| Death won’t wait, will adapt when it closer |
| Death won’t wait, will adapt when it closer |
| Death won’t wait, will adapt when it closer |
| Middle broad daylight, jump this vanish |
| I like this type, that’s refined manner |
| Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens |
| Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens |
| Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens |
| This is why I’m swimming in a faucet of acid |
| I bum a dialogue instead of renting it |
| Call in the place and get an estimate |
| It’s diligent on paper, I’ll invest in it |
| Be weird if I could make it as a mesmerist |
| Have a tall list of clients to tamper with |
| Be a practicing confessional |
| Cultivator of masochists |
| Crave sanity? |
| I’ll make you vegetables |
| Your family’ll thank me like pacifists |
| Cool long as I don’t move my tongue |
| Cool long as I don’t bite my tongue |
| I’m into shit like this |
| Rise with me, you skinned it thick |
| Rights of passage, I’ve been through it |
| Might have abused that shit |
| I’m into shit like this |
| Rise with me, you skinned it thick |
| Rights of passage, I’ve been through it |
| Might have abused that shit |
| I’m into shit like this |
| Rise with me, you skinned it thick |
| Rites of passage, I’ve been through it |
| Might have abused that shit |
| I’m into shit like this |
| Rise with me, you skinned it thick |
| Rights of passage, I’ve been through it |
| Might have abused that shit |
| Section 4 |
| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls |
| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl |
| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls |
| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl |
| You want to know who I am? |
| No one’s girl, stoic girl |
| Only fucks fine foreign girls |
| Makes your muse, play it ruse |
| Awakens your fantasy, bathe in you like Bathory |
| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory |
| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory |
| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory |
| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory |
| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl |
| Stoic girl, ocean girl |
| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl |
| Stoic girl, ocean girl |
| Attention |
| I am the dragon from the desert |
| Hate makes me reckless, restraint cease the functions |
| You get the best of me, but I’m missin' one in my stomach |
| Killer for the occasion, whip you back to size |
| Break you like a Franklin, spend you like a five |
| They like, «How come? |
| How come, though?» |
| They come at meals, fuck no |
| Right on, I’m that killer, you’re a fucking sidearm |
| Think twice, face down |
| Don’t bleed like this Cape Town |
| Don’t sleep like no playground |
| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls |
| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl |
| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls |
| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl |
| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl |
| Stoic girl, ocean girl |
| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl |
| Stoic girl, ocean girl |
| Farewell, fuck you hopeless |
| On three, spread out, then move in |
| Strategy, cauterize all loose strands |
| Finder’s life can’t be too thin |
| My spotlight proof to no end |
| Pursue this life with no friends |
| Bet your own at your own risk |
| 'Cause farewell, fuck you hopeless |
| And act like no one notice |
| On three, spread out, then move in |
| Strategy, cauterize all loose strands |
| Finder’s life can’t be too thin |
| My spotlight proof to no end |
| Pursue this life with no friends |
| Bet your own at your own risk |
| 'Cause farewell, fuck you hopeless |
| Me and my doppelgänger have a system |
| My shoulder pain loads ammunition |
| These counterfeits are mostly sober |
| I pen the script, he pilots the saucer |
| It’s funny, the bored pose of my dead man |
| We both scramble until I’m the last man |
| Stay in first so much I have four left hands |
| He arose disgusted, I awoke in Bethlehem |
| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl |
| Stoic girl, ocean girl |
| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl |
| Stoic girl, ocean girl |
| Section 5 |
| Don’t ask me where I came from |
| Ignore me anyway but |
| Stick it if you think it |
| Happens when you can’t stop |
| Came to in a sports cage |
| Five minutes, coulda swore it was a decade |
| Had the time of my life, no head case |
| Zoom with the camp where we jump for fuck’s sake |
| Threw it off over end of the hard way |
| Lie back, then I shut down my heart rate |
| Enter threshold of blind man’s hallway |
| Hell’ll turn a tightrope to my causeway |
| Two burned rascals call me hombre |
| And now you’re fuckin' with mojo |
| Side shift like bold fungus moonglow |
| I flatline straight through to the loophole |
| Come and go whenever to wherever you please |
| Come and go whenever to wherever you please |
| Come and go whenever to wherever you please |
| Personalized like genetics and provide all your needs |
| Don’t be frightened by skeptics, listen essentially |
| You’re sleeping on a goldmine |
| Tone of our voices means our location’s a runaway |
| I’m before all your destinations, I’ll be on display |
| I’m fuckin' on your schedule, explanation’s in delay |
| Pathway enchanted encounter, feed that hoe a chainsaw |
| Burned up at myself, back to the floor |
| Moment I do, my bustle was such a bore |
| Pull that way, run your vehicles 'cause you know it’s cool |
| Put my fist on a pedestal 'til I stroke the core |
| Come and go whenever to wherever you please |
| Come and go whenever to wherever you please |
| Come and go whenever to wherever you please |
| Personalized like genetics and provide all your needs |
| Don’t be frightened by skeptics, listen essentially |
| You’re sleeping on a goldmine |
| No matter what, stay where you are, if you go |
| Don’t matter who you shot, there’s no scars where you are |
| Never felt this, but I been so lost, nothing’s broke |
| Make your life a demand, things don’t blow to be all gone |
| A hybrid night container |
| Carbonated thrift store |
| Your peter is the peak |
| Of hubris marked in vain |
| Hi |
| Section 6 |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Fall out on impact |
| Never been left, what’s worse |
| You must have that contention |
| That greenscape, that witch fur |
| What if I was strapped like toothpaste? |
| Like filler ass, dig grave |
| I feel staffed like Rick James |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Chinchilla, rich blood |
| Mindset, core forms |
| Timeless, but I admire |
| Improvised explosives |
| Glowed off, my darlins |
| Good labor, my harlot |
| Blood form |
| With the ice flow garnet |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Molten like karma, it’s abstractions of bliss to me |
| Intolerance removes lava, high pressure like quick release |
| Counterstrike red Bambaataa on those tears |
| Get by, stampede off billions |
| Stagnant eyes, spring rupture, drop off here |
| Said my deadbeat |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Doubtful, you stand in pride |
| Turnin' me down so quiet |
| Silence guided by vision |
| Assailant inside the figure |
| Can’t hide from suspicion |
| War-waging prescription |
| Street life breaks you like religion |
| Sick like, sick like |
| Hooded figure exploit your demons |
| Cast profit, go to buy, try, can’t knock it |
| Bet a bitch forward this market |
| Better get numbered, you’re profit |
| The offer day |
| The offer day, you’re numbered |
| Try to flee, but you can’t leave |
| You get paid to suffer |
| Section 7 |
| At the time, didn’t recognize myself 'til I was petrified |
| But half the time I’m not myself |
| So most of the time I don’t question why |
| We did testify, but best I can do is buy some time |
| Spend my time folding time |
| Even met myself one time |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Nothing matters anymore |
| You can’t see the kraken |
| Climbing out the bullshit that exists from the mouth |
| You can’t get out of debt |
| Just learn to keep on stabbing |
| In the heart with a fucking knife |
| You drop it before you can catch it |
| Do you see what’s taxing? |
| All life’s a moment before the grave |
| You’re only optimally the passenger, a slave |
| From the middle finger |
| Open up the sewers before you, drop this ring, reave |
| The culture hiding behind this life, kill the pain |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| At the time, didn’t recognize myself 'til I was petrified |
| Black body, body |
| But half the time I’m not myself |
| So most of the time I don’t question why |
| Black body, body |
| We did testify, but best I can do is buy some time |
| Black body, body |
| Spend my time folding time |
| Even met myself one time |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body |
| Black body, body (with no hope) |
| Black body, body (with no hope) |
| Black body, body (with no hope) |
| Black body, body (with no hope) |
| Black body, body (with no hope) |
| Nothing matters anymore |
| You can’t see the kraken |
| Climbing out the bullshit that exists from the mouth |
| You can’t get out of debt |
| Just learn to keep on stabbing |
| In the heart with a fucking knife |
| You drop it before you can catch it |
| Do you see what’s taxing? |
| All life’s a moment before the grave |
| You’re only optimally the passenger, a slave |
| From the middle finger |
| Open up the sewers before you, drop this ring, reave |
| The culture hiding behind this life, kill the pain |
| Section 8 |
| All I see are sycophants |
| Hunting for that little bit |
| Never will get sick of it |
| Take it like the middle one |
| Learned about how sick it is |
| Every word is cinema |
| Find me off a precipice |
| Flying like the state of drugs |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| Dance, you motherfucker |
| Get on 'em, motherfucker |
| Get 'em like a man |
| Petite like Southern, hit up like clan |
| Ya’ll nations are stuck in gutters fastened by checks |
| Desert creek kumbaya, feed that snake like mud |
| I’m too sick now to eat, I inspect my money just 'cause |
| Question must be scroungin' |
| Nobody came to flex, it’s poundin' |
| But I bet that’s next, the mountain flecks |
| Off this map’s rips, it’s grounded |
| By the thousands, they walked in the valley |
| Act like you care while I get you out of it |
| Like I said, get the fuck off my couch |
| Ain’t worth shit if it ain’t about me |
| All I see are sycophants |
| Hunting for a little bit |
| Never get sick of it |
| Take it like the middle one |
| Fucks you admitted for? |
| All I see are sycophants |
| Hunting for a little bit |
| Never get sick of it |
| Take it like the middle one |
| Learned about how sick it is |
| Every word is cinema |
| Find me off a precipice |
| Flying like the state of drugs |
| I’d rather not get involved |
| I’m not that much, never been that much |
| But I saw too much to pay shit off |
| Too stuck, no way, weigh off that much |
| What can I say? |
| Fuck what you say |
| You can ask around if you think I’m frontin' |
| Never been that much, but I got here first |
| Get the fuck out, bitch, while I do my work |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
| And I move with it, and I move with it |
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