Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WASHED, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song CAFE BLEU, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BORN CTZN, Transparent Arts
Song language: English
WASHED |
I put, them on, the wave |
But today I’m feelin' washed |
And off, my game |
Today, I feel, my age |
I feel so ancient |
They say Asian don’t raisin |
Went from young and the dangerous |
To making all of my payments |
When I get wasted as shit |
It take two days to get fixed |
They ask me whats your skin regiment |
Bitch I drank like a fish |
I done did everything, anything all in my teens |
Uppers and downers, and all in between |
Gave lovers the boot |
And given them rings |
From baggy to skinny |
With all of my jeans |
15 seconds of shine |
Turn into six seconds on the vine |
Now its real fake in real time |
Acting hella extra on their live (stupid!) |
Little homie flexin' that’s cute |
They see my mural, like «That's you!» |
Old man but everything brand new |
Better cuff yo girl I still pull |
I mind my business, y’all start wars |
I’m Michael Jackson eatin' popcorn |
But keep testin' and talk more |
I’ll send that ass to the chalkboard |
I put, them on, the wave |
But today I’m feelin' washed |
And off, my game |
And I feel my age |
Never played it S-A-F-E |
And I never let it stress me |
Shoot my shot like Smith and Wesson |
Up until they come arrest me |
They keeping up the pace |
But nothing stays the same |
Yesterday I rage, but today I feel my age |
What’s my age again, umm |
What’s your name again, hmm |
Used to open up, now the main event |
If I could rage again than I would |
Go and peep the ATM, look |
Yea I feed the fam like I should |
I still represent the same hood |
I’ll forever, ever, stay put, KTOWN! |
A and r’d the hardest artist |
But you’d never know cause I’m modest |
True I never signed on the dotted |
But came out the game cum laude |
Dearly departed |
Y’all were like hot for a minute |
But you wasn’t on it |
Shoulda been honest |
You were so busy |
Just lookin' at comments |
Runnin' through thotties |
And ran into problems |
Still don’t have a Lambo |
But I’m eatin' well at Nandos |
Walk in clubs with my sandals |
Pull some strings like it’s a banjo |
I could prolly clear a sample |
Old enough to be a sample |
I just want a couple thank you’s |
And watch them bow down to my ankles |
I put, them on, the wave |
But today I’m feelin' washed |
And off, my game |
And I feel my age |
Never played it S-A-F-E |
And I never let it stress me |
Shoot my shot like Smith and Wesson |
Up until they come arrest me |
They keeping up the pace |
But nothing stays the same |
Yesterday I rage, but today I feel my age |
If they forget my name |
Wouldn’t feel no type of way |
Smile upon my face |
But today I feel my age |
Did what I came to do |
Got nothing left to prove |
I’m cashing out my youth |
But today, I feel, my age |