Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Adrenaline , by - Devlin. Release date: 25.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Adrenaline |
| Yeah |
| Adrenaline |
| End another match and a pen |
| Guess I’m making other rappers irrelevant |
| If you want war then fuck it, I’m clashing with ten of 'em |
| Bet them crack heads are delicate |
| Facts are developing, natural intelligence |
| Rappers are jealous |
| That Wombats back on the track and ahead of 'em |
| Act like the devil will crash from the heavens, that’s Genesis |
| You’ll get slapped for the hell of it |
| Back like I never left |
| Better yet, I’m back with Devlin |
| No cracker match and it’s actually evident |
| Learn all the facts, I could burn 'em to ash |
| And the tracks will be evidence |
| I’ve been acting a mess when I smacked up my head again |
| As I’m kicking back in the Meriton |
| Filming, getting gassed up |
| Talk shit, then you’re getting smacked up like it’s heroin |
| I’ve got no love for a foe now, you get shown up in a show down |
| You got blown up all because of what you wanna post up |
| Put your phone down |
| And I’m known in my home town no doubt, wasn’t easy |
| 'Cos I’ve grown up where the fiends be |
| I ain’t phased by a fed but I bet when you see deez |
| And you throw love like a PC |
| Young emcee man I rep with the veterans |
| Young emcee and I rep with the legends |
| Young emcee then I step to a set |
| And I get 10 mills but don’t get upset just accept it |
| Then I’m onto my next bitch |
| I don’t want her friendship, I just want sex with a lot of fake love |
| I just wanna take drugs and exit |
| That’s a break up like Brexit |
| Jeez |
| I ain’t ever place as a runner up |
| Like a race in the mix with the chaser, I’m raising another cup |
| First they hate, then later they sucking up |
| When I rock beats, you’s just wanna compete |
| Get a cup of concrete, yeah mate better toughen up |
| All these cunts wanna claim they came from the gutter |
| You came from your mother, cunt |
| Bring the rhythm, it’s on |
| Send tunes 'round the world like Phileas Fog |
| It’s the UK killer with the Wizard of Oz |
| No yellow brick road though |
| Oh no |
| Came from the road that’s so cold, I’m in a frost |
| There’s many a monster on the concrete |
| You don’t want to write up that you’re on beef |
| Unless you’re ready for a murder or loss |
| Oh gosh, when I ran up on a record |
| Every emcee claiming they’re strong like metal gets levelled |
| Please go ahead, be a rebel |
| Dare that you dabble with the devil |
| No way |
| You’ve been on that, Jodie Foster in Contact |
| Fuck the world, I’m beyond that |
| Somewhere that I can’t be seen in the machine |
| So high I forget where I’m lost at |
| Yo Wombat, hop on a flight in Australia and meet me in Transylvania |
| And we’ll kill these suckers, |
| for real these fuckers are in it for it, major |
| When I strike like back in the day, make a mic man wanna start |
| backing away like the Moonwalk |
| Move, don’t be in my place |
| Don’t screw, get rude or be in my face |
| I’m boozed up, I don’t give two fucks, I don’t care who’s up |
| I just wanna do stuff, wanna bring goons up |
| Then you’ll get moved up, no promotion of course |
| You friggin' wait |
| When I move like I live my life through the outback with a very bad idea in my |
| brain |
| Devlin, you know the name |
| Now play the collab while the track gets weighed |
| Yeah |
| Some cunts wanna act but I ain’t on that |
| When I been bashed, had a gun to my head |
| Then smacked with a baseball bat |
| But still stand staunch, I could face on that |
| I was never phased or afraid of a scrap |
| Too many fake emcees wanna claim they’re this, wanna claim their that |
| But they ain’t on shit, is it fake or fact? |
| I could take on an army with arms in the military |
| March in the Middle East, spark up my inner beast |
| And release it and charge on a killing spree |
| Harsh, but it’s hard to believe it |
| I’m just after some inner peace |
| Too much drama, I gotta get far from the misery |
| 'Cause I just wanna kick back |
| Master of wizardry, sharp with delivery |
| Who, what, where, do they want it? |
| There’s a million and nine topics in my psychotic mind, rotting |
| Any given time, while I’m fighting to find logic |
| And I don’t think I’m gonna find it, wait |
| Did someone put rizla on my eyelids? |
| Step back, light ‘em and laugh with the sidekicks |
| 'Cause all I see is fire inside this, booth when I wreck it |
| Two blue ticks, man you get the message |
| Can’t be killed with the voodoo blessed |
| Youse can’t fill these boots that I step in |
| And I wouldn’t wanna do it again but if I did then I’d do it the same I ain’t |
| stressing |
| Still carrying the flame for the boys of the east side of the River Thames and |
| Essex |