Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad at It, artist - Dirty Heads. Album song Swim Team, in the genre РеггиDate of issue: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Five Seven
Song language: English
Mad at It |
| Damn this beat has got me talkin' with a Southern drawl |
| If you ain’t happy, I don’t really wanna fuck with y’all |
| Fanatics who finangle foreshadow the fable fortune |
| Get to fuck with fate |
| Doesn’t matter to flippin' tables |
| Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel, Cain and Abel bruh |
| I put the pussy perpendicular to amateur |
| You can’t contest the cash and grass in my curriculum |
| I’m down and dirty man, you call my ass Caligula |
| Now I ain’t even mad at it |
| Keepin' up with all your bad habits |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Everybody talking like it’s so tragic |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Coping all your bad habits |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Everybody talking so tragic I ain’t fucking mad at it |
| Man let me break it down now |
| God this is my hypothesis |
| This beat is just so heavy, maybe that’s why I be droppin' it |
| My fanbase just keeps growin' at my shows like a metropolis |
| And girls get so horny, they chargin' me: rhinoceros |
| Gentlemen, gentlemen, come and take and buy your medicine |
| This sedative settin' in, feelin' better in your element |
| I’m about to lose it, Gary Busey on this rodeo |
| Cause y’all just trying to poach up all these treasures out of my fishing hole |
| Now I ain’t even mad at it |
| Keepin' up with all your bad habits |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Everybody talking like it’s so tragic |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Coping all your bad habits |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Everybody talking so tragic I ain’t fucking mad at it |
| Aye Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes is on the phone |
| He said he needs some help, too much cocaine inside his dome |
| He said he needs it out |
| He said he needs a clout |
| He said he needs a better route |
| His bad habits are going south |
| School bus, I’m sleeping, passing out at the park |
| Fat pockets of bills |
| I call 'em Roseanne-y Barr |
| I like my drugs like my women |
| Free, fancy, and large |
| Then I grab a guitar |
| Panty discharge |
| Now I ain’t even mad at it |
| Keepin' up with all your bad habits |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Everybody talking like it’s so tragic |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Coping all your bad habits |
| I ain’t even mad at it |
| Everybody talking so tragic I ain’t fucking mad at it |