Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generator, artist - Doomtree. Album song All Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Generator |
| Uh, generation generators |
| Uh, spark up the accelerator |
| Uh, gas pedal, gas pedal |
| Push it, push it |
| This is «never settle» |
| Clock 'em all day, chunk 'em all night |
| Looking for a fight |
| Lean to the right or leave on your left |
| Lean to the chest, drink to that bite |
| Fuck around and swing on a bigger man |
| Bing bing bing bing |
| Ding ding, the bell ring in my head |
| Shaved clean off the cleaver head |
| Now the dude tink tink |
| Click when he blink down the ramp of the minivan |
| Cuffs clink when they link round the wrist and I think |
| When I’m gonna sleep when I’m gonna eat again? |
| Give a what what you think |
| Give a none less what you gonna do about |
| In the Minne we penny pinching |
| Any inch and we take a mile, style with a double pitching, fix in a cinch |
| Have a Coke and a smirk, I’ll smack the taste out your shirt |
| Rushdie that or run a check |
| Catch a fade or catch respect |
| Move (move) around with a gat from a gun show |
| Middle of a murder ‘Merica, murder murder not scareda ya |
| Yeah I hearda ya, crew out like a hernia |
| We out |
| Stop |
| Had a rough one, the type make a man wanna jump from the top |
| And it sucks, make a tough wanna chuck hella rocks at the cops |
| But he stuck with his middle finger up looking dumb on the block |
| Out of luck with his generator dry tryna find a way to not die |
| Hot-wired, open in the out there, no shade |
| Going for the next wave, close shave |
| But he running out the clock though |
| Rock those in their silly ass faces |
| Yeah, any damn day |
| I’ma reach out, you can touch faith |
| They can douse mud, we can soak bleach |
| Teach, work, live, speak that Doomtree |
| Uh, generation generators |
| Uh, spark up the accelerator |
| Uh, gas pedal, gas pedal |
| Push it, push it |
| This is «never settle» |
| Uh, this is my theme song |
| Hard as the brick that I cut my teeth on |
| Soft as the science made you |
| Push it, push it, push it |
| Farther, louder, harder |
| Full figure — nah full fact |
| Bad with a ten-key, better with a black Bic |
| Ratchet clip for a garter belt |
| Going Sally Hansen, nails hard as hell |
| Is that moonshine in a champagne flute? |
| Old English in a new tattoo? |
| What we do to be last the man standing |
| Break an ankle to stick the landing |
| And I’ll be singing in the silo, let that echo clear my head |
| Learn to tolerate the iocane, got real good at playing dead |
| Call to arms young statuettes |
| Coquetting’s clever yet, but |
| Venus de Milo’s better with her bayonet |