Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Me Wanna Die , by - Freak On a Leash. Song from the album Princesses of Punk, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 30.03.2017
Record label: One Media iP
Song language: English
Make Me Wanna Die |
| It makes it easier, easier to bear |
| You won’t regret it, no, no |
| No, girl they won’t forget it |
| Love is their own |
| Happiness yeah |
| Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her |
| Never leave her |
| Sounds so soulful don’t you agree |
| I invented swag |
| Poppin' bottles, puttin' supermodels in the cab, proof |
| I guess I got my swagger back, truth |
| New watch alert, Hublot’s |
| Or the big face Rollie I got two of those |
| Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow |
| Cap back, snap back |
| See my cut through the holes |
| Damn Yeezy and Hov |
| Where the hell ya been? |
| Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen |
| I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em |
| Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in |
| They say I’m crazy, well, I’m 'bout to go dumb again |
| They ain’t see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz |
| Last week I was in my other other Benz |
| Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain |
| Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth |
| I’m 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself |
| Uh, live form the Mercer |
| Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya |
| Flee in the G450 I might surface |
| Political refugee, asylum can be purchased |
| Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports |
| I’m never going to jail |
| I made «Jesus Walk» so I’m never going to hell |
| Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale |
| Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses |
| Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive |
| I get it custom, you a customer |
| You ain’t 'customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh? |
| And all the ladies in the house, got 'em showing off |
| I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa! |
| Welcome to Havana |
| Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas |
| Viva Mexico, Cubano |
| Dominicano, all the plugs that I know |
| Driving Benzes, wit' no benefits |
| Not bad huh? |
| For some immigrants |
| Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels |
| Can’t you see? |
| We gettin' money up under you |
| Can’t you see the private jets flyin' over you? |
| Maybach bumper sticker read «What would Hova do?» |
| Jay is chillin', 'Ye is chillin' |
| What more can I say? |
| We killin' 'em |
| Hold up, before we end this campaign |
| As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames |
| Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change |
| And pray that all of their pain be champagne |