Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opium, artist - Gorillaz. Album song Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Record label: Under exclusive licence to Parlophone
Song language: English
Opium |
White folks asking questions like «Um, who the fuck is them? |
How they get in here? |
And how they dress like that?» |
Must be green thumbs, ain’t nobody in their right minds that dumb |
Fresh, we be making all F’s |
Telling bitches stop calling, mind they business 'till we follow up |
Red cup, modeled up, can’t even imagine |
But for tonight, you’se a star, right? |
Right? |
I know check and see who’s ass is the biggest |
And make sure them hoes don’t step on your toes when you get in |
Call the doctor up, tell them fill up my prescription |
And yeah, we got the game in our hands like some children |
By now, you looking at your mans like damn |
Why you ain’t tell me that these niggas be spazzing |
I be praying God, let these moments last |
And we roll up that shit that got everybody laughing |
Make sure my shoes sueded out |
Then waste money in the hood |
'Cause they niggas never gave it out |
Pristine dreams and opium scenes |
That’s why a nigga dressed this way |
And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard |
And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it |
Tailored for the world, I was made for it |
And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it |
Uh, huh |
Green herb, reverb hella far |
You fellas are licking pussy and sniffing the scent |
That I left up in it while sipping liquor from a jelly jar |
El debarge oozing out my system |
Listening to my feelings |
Saturated with tones, reanimated the bones of a dead art |
She said that I’m cute but she love me 'cause my head smart |
I’ll headbutt her hard enough to get a red card, I’m wigging (Ooh) |
Damn brother, you been castrated |
By that cookie cutter slave master got control of ya |
They throat cutting, just to get a hold of us |
But we ain’t shaking hands until we see some hands |
That can hold thunder |
I got my own mustard |
Twisting up the pretzel |
Pinching the weed like a flower petal |
She love me, she love me not, it’s whatever |
I know I’m burning herbal like a turtle 'till I’m shrouded feathers |
Yeah |
Make sure my shoes sueded out |
Then waste money in the hood |
'Cause they niggas never gave it out |
Pristine dreams and opium scenes |
That’s why a nigga dressed this way |
And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard |
And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it |
Tailored for the world, I was made for it |
And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it |
Mad max in the evening, it seems like |
We been in meetings for the last five weekends |
I’m just trying to make it to the end where they greet me |
Niggas know your last name, everybody cheesing |
Glad that your ass came, valet for the free skii |
Nah, little bro for these see on me, please |
This is nasty for LED’s |
We be in another climate with all these trees |
And the neighborhood watching, just like we thieves |
I’m not best, but hey, we in suits from the tailor |
Sit down and let the keynote adress ya |
Pull out your homework, I show you where you messed up |
Niggas walked in the room, all extra |
Groupie bitches on alert, bet they heads turned |
I know you haters can’t stand us |
But damn, we got the answers |
Go on and get them hands up |
Make sure my shoes sueded out |
Then waste money in the hood |
'Cause they niggas never gave it out |
Pristine dreams and opium scenes |
That’s why a nigga dressed this way |
And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard |
And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it |
Tailored for the world, I was made for it |
And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it |
Uh |
You blokes can’t imagine why I’m spazzing |
Fucking with the baddest hoes, groomed for the pageant |
Visiting mom, she like she knew this would happen |
Worried I ain’t eating, send me food in a basket |
Ooh, god damn it, the game getting grown |
Answering the phone like god damn, whatchu want man |
If Venus ever died, I would stand on my own |
But it’s rest in peace, on every piece of land that I own |
Imitation is suicide |
You can die off of following the footsteps |
Of a pterodactyl off a cliff |
Former slaves wreaking havoc on a ship |
Supreme court bitches steady judging |
Automatic plead the fifth |
I don’t speak to 'em |
Because they seem stupid |
And honestly probably alluded by my music |
I ain’t tripping |
A terrifying nigga, hot as teriyaki chicken |
Tearing up your living room whenever I visit |
Nigga, listen |
Make sure my shoes sueded out |
Then waste money in the hood |
'Cause they niggas never gave it out |
Pristine dreams and opium scenes |
That’s why a nigga dressed this way |
And even if I did design my own shit, I could put it on a billboard |
And still have y’all bragging when you paid for it |
Tailored for the world, I was made for it |
And walk right out the sun, I got the shades for it |