Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steroids (Crouching Tiger Hidden Gabber), artist - Death Grips.
Date of issue: 02.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |