Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Herb, artist - Isaiah Rashad. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Herb |
| Pay m to feel with the funk, we all need ya |
| Mixin' the feel with th facts, we all her (Yeah) |
| Play in the dark, where you at? |
| It’s our secret |
| If I’ma die, make it big, we all hurtin' |
| Tell me it’s real, like the funk, we all need ya |
| Lay in the field, bring it down, we all herb |
| And if you dead, tell me somethin' |
| Like was it live and how you livin'? |
| Did you slide and did you build it? |
| Did you find it? |
| Did you rob 'em? |
| Did you write it? |
| Like on the TV, takin' off for the marathon |
| Oh, you greedy, catchin', I don’t embarrass, huh |
| You can’t see me, John Cena in camouflage |
| And they see me catchin' up on the megatron |
| And the VV, lookin' just like it |
| Yeah, sleep in the back 'cause you broke, it’s all perfect (Ayy) |
| Sleep on the cash, it was life, it’s all real (Yeah) |
| Laid on the floor, I was broke, it’s all worth it (Yeah) |
| Bally hotel, break it down, it’s all word (Word) |
| Laid on the floor as you drunk, we all stupid (Word) |
| Fuck you to sleep, it was love, it’s out there (Word) |
| How many days if I die? |
| We all losers |
| Lay in the streets, set a fire, it’s all kill (Yeah) |
| Screamin' at homes and at phones, we all hurtin' (Yeah) |
| Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb (Yeah) |
| Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya (Yeah, yeah) |
| Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all her (Yeah, yeah) |
| Play in the dark, where you at? |
| It’s our secret |
| If I’ma die, make it big, we all hurtin' |
| Tell me it’s real, like the funk, we all need ya |
| Lay in the field, bring it down, we all herb |
| I can call this phase «How |
| To Breakup With a Breakdown» |
| Been tryna find a way out |
| I’m waitin' for the catch |
| Maybe call you up soon |
| But Drake got me like, «Trust who?» |
| What I want and must do |
| They don’t always match |
| Runnin' for the hills when it gets rough |
| Truman Show, it’s feelin' like a setup |
| I’ma be a isolated mess |
| And still as good as it gets, nothin' less, when I mess up |
| Yeah, who on the edge has the funds? |
| It’s all over |
| Starvin' a child is a check, it’s all yours |
| We coulda died doin' shots, they don’t know it |
| Sparin' a child, goin' wild, yeah, yeah |
| AMG in the dark, it’s all motor |
| Crashin' the Jeep, it’s a fire, it’s all hers |
| Fuck it, it’s Rob, it’s Rashad, it’s all potion |
| Spillin' the drink, goin' wild, yeah |
| Screamin' at homes and at phones, we all hurtin' |
| Freakin' ya soul, like the pack, we all herb |
| Pay me to feel with the funk, we all need ya |
| Mixin' the feel with the facts, we all her |
| Play in the dark, where you at? |
| It’s our secret |
| If I’ma die, make it big, we all hurtin' |
| Tell me it’s real, like the funk, we all need ya |
| Lay in the field, bring it down, we all herb |
| Fuck it, I’ma get it off my chest though |
| Made a nigga perfect for his next ho |
| New one tryna bang me like a set |
| If I’m givin' ten percent, I’ma need it back tenfold |
| Fuck it, I’ma get it off my chest though |
| Made a nigga perfect for his next ho |
| New one tryna bang me like a set |
| If I’m givin' ten percent, I’ma need it back |