Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Interior, artist - JD. Reid.
Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Interior |
Rage in my mind, can’t climb out |
Dog in the cage, been a slave for a while now |
Living like Mowgli, had some oldie |
Now I feel lonely |
(Oscar #worldpeace): |
Tiny to time out |
If they ever knew the deep hole that we climbed out |
Good youts would’ve never known how to find out |
Mind out, goons on the job that’ll ride out |
Tryna make us sell our tunes, gotta fly now |
(slowthai): |
I understand but can’t follow that |
It gets me mad, I wanna jab them into Wonderland |
Oscar, we can’t stop on job, hop, make dosh |
Performin' prayers on the motherland |
(Oscar #worldpeace): |
Understand, gotta make M’s, not a couple grand |
Fake niggas, I only see 'em like a hologram |
Take time out from the shit, they’re tryna cover man |
All this shit’s tryna bother man, and |
(808INK): |
I’ve got my best don |
Swear they’re ready for the next one |
Ayo Os', «Let me hit him with your Tech don» |
A little bait but I’m nothin' to be flexed on, wait-wait |
I’m on that if you flex wrong, bitch I’ve been |
Peepin' and scorin' the best ones, sick I be |
Clappin' and baggin' the next, oh shit |
Sit it down boy, I’m 'bout to take legs off |
To whip this shit, flick this pic |
Wait there, I might slow it down for a bit |
(slowthai): |
Dismissive English kids |
No change man, I climbed out the abyss |
(Oscar #worldpeace): |
Move instinctive and I’m in this bitch |
Chains out but I’m rappin' like a Christmas gift |
(808INK): |
And I’ve been this lit |
Man I burn out whips |
, die quick, come we burn down spliffs |
Hook (808INK): |
Lookin' at interior |
Starin' at exterior |
Think they’re past inferior |
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
Preachin', not a seminar |
All got advice but when you get it dog |
All I hear etcetera |
Had to backhand like Federer |
Uh, lookin' at the interior |
Uh, starin' at the exterior |
Uh, think they’re past inferior |
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
Uh, preachin', not a seminar |
All got advice but when you get it dog |
Uh, all I hear is etcetera |
Had to backhand like Federer |
(Oscar #worldpeace): |
Got my mind on the job |
Feds got their hands on the cosh |
Opps wanna take what I got |
What’s the time on the clock? |
I already am what they’re not |
Tryna see me down in the rots |
Say you’re down but you’re not |
Got fam deep in a knot |
Looking at me for a shot |
Give me hate, give me love |
But show me what’s mine |
Talkin' bout dough |
But you never wanna grind |
(slowthai): |
Job on my mind, I ain’t ever got time |
Feds on my buzz, tryna watch me online |
Pepper spray eyes, blue chat on cam |
Walk down the street, you antagonise man |
Fraternise, chat a bag of lies, coward-like |
gettin' televised, never white eyes, too energised |
Catcher in the Rye, bust your melon type |
Buried in the woods, mother would be mortified |
(Oscar #worldpeace): |
Heart, bad to the linin' |
You man are air like wind for the chime ting |
take a likin' straight |
Domino effect, I make it fall on the plate |
With somethin', I got juice for the car |
I’m too much, that’s |
Straight thug, straight proof that I’m on |
From 'Don to we’ll be bruisin' it up |
(808INK): |
Liccle man, yeah I run this shit |
Watch me pull up in a 206 |
No chain yet I still get chicks |
No game but she still get whipped |
Uh, she love my style |
She love the way my bank account tips all over the gaffer |
Uh, yeah she call me the gaffer |
Uh, watch me squeeze and brash, uh |
Hook (808INK): |
Lookin' at interior |
Starin' at exterior |
Think they’re past inferior |
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
Preachin', not a seminar |
All got advice but when you get it dog |
All I hear etcetera |
Had to backhand like Federer |
Uh, lookin' at the interior |
Uh, starin' at the exterior |
Uh, think they’re past inferior |
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier |
Uh, preachin', not a seminar |
All got advice but when you get it dog |
Uh, all I hear is etcetera |
Had to backhand like Federer |