
Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Bout U |
Yeah |
Suttin' deep in the gullet screamed «kill 'em, kill 'em» |
Guts feeling like a missile hit 'em |
I think we met you back in summer you were looking like a |
I must’a triggered every inhibition |
Couldn’t swing a kitten in your brain nah |
Seems like every cells laying face down |
Carpeting the walls of the playground these bright big city lights spin your |
face round |
I live my life to embarrassing excess |
You ain’t squatting in my thoughts or inhabiting my head |
Swap your body at the cotch for a mannequin instead |
Never thought a wooden replica could matter to me less |
God damn |
You people are ill |
Stop shrieking just chill |
If anybody needs me I’ll be making this look easy on a quarter tab of acid on |
the beach in Brazil |
I belled her up and sent her flying |
Waking up like «who's bed am I in?» |
I boot before the razor blades appear on her nails and i find my own company |
electrifying |
Yeah |
You can chat about gash, grams, gold and respect you ain’t got nuttin' like that |
And you ain’t gonna see me in a hundred odd years I still tell you I’ma be |
right back |
Do a double take every time I walk by way be careful or your spine might snap |
'Cause I don’t give a fuck about you |
And I don’t give a fuck about that |
I could pour Glenn’s in your grey goose and you wouldn’t flinch |
So why you fronting with the finer things? |
Looking bored for the entire rinse still tryna' get high lacking the required |
Call the lord a lord por favor |
Can I have a triple shot before I bore por favor |
Never try and tell the kid be more mature por favor |
Turn the bottom of this bottle to the sky pour and pour, shit |
Shit, is it late already? |
I |
I, I can’t hold the chainsaw steady, and |
The little pieces of your features flying off and the whiskey on the rocks got |
my face all messy |
This bag of booze caught an Uber to my stomach lining |
And pulled up in that black stretched hummer smiling |
Just 5 minutes later I was strapped to a chair doing rings round the city white |
knuckle riding |
Yeah |
You can chat about gash, grams, gold and respect you ain’t got nuttin' like that |
And you ain’t gonna see me in a hundred odd years I still tell you I’ma be |
right back |
Do a double take every time I walk by way be careful or your spine might snap |
'Cause I don’t give a fuck about you |
And i don’t give a fuck about you |
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