Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 3633, artist - Ecid. Album song Pheromone Heavy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fill In the Breaks
Song language: English
3633 |
| I feel like a million in cash |
| Stashed in a duffle bag |
| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA |
| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this |
| Dressed for the job I want NOT the job I quit |
| And I quit giving a shit a long time ago |
| Self destructive but it’s my style though |
| Pheromone heavy it’s my style ho |
| It’s my style ho |
| It’s my style ho |
| Stashed in a duffle bag |
| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA |
| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this |
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses |
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted |
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses |
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted |
| At the end of the day it’s only against you |
| Play how you wanna play til' the game suspends you |
| I’m the piece of shit on the breakfast menu |
| Chew me up and spit me out in a burning venue |
| I’m attracted to the concept of burning alive |
| Barefoot in the pits of hell but I don’t wanna die |
| I wanna feel like how I’d feel if I could really fly |
| But I’ll settle for the bliss of a psilocybin high |
| Hi, wanna go for a ride on my coattails? |
| I’m the captain of sailboat with no sales |
| Red carpet chemtrails and drive thru drone strikes |
| Stealing the leading role in every movie ya don’t like |
| 3633 33rd ave |
| Sex, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at! |
| This is our city, win or lose! |
| We’re not interested in fitting in with you |
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses |
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted |
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses |
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted |
| I never learned how to dance so I stand there and act |
| Like I’m going down on the devils girlfriend |
| It’s last call on earth all we got is the dirt |
| And our dirty bodies to flirt with until the world ends |
| So what you gonna do? |
| stock up on boxed food |
| And throw Molotov cocktails at cops too? |
| Might as well raise hell instead of toddlers |
| Believe your own bullshit and make it rain dollars |
| I wrote this verse to the rhythm of barking dogs |
| Freaking out the locals in a wal-mart parking lot |
| Mountain pose in my zone til security carts me off |
| Suck my shit eating grin until the party stops |
| 3633 33rd ave |
| Sex, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at! |
| This is our city, win or lose! |
| We’re not interested in fitting in with you |
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses |
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted |
| I’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses |
| I’m a kamikaze rebel I sting when I touch so don’t feel insulted |
| I feel like a million in cash |
| Stashed in a duffle bag |
| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA |
| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this |
| Dressed for the job I want NOT the job I quit |
| And I quit giving a shit a long time ago |
| Self destructive but it’s my style though |
| Pheromone heavy it’s my style ho |
| It’s my style ho |
| It’s my style ho |
| I feel like a million in cash |
| Stashed in a duffle bag |
| Let’s runaway! |
| It’s in my DNA |
| & If I die today I’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this |