Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rerun, artist - K.A.A.N..
Date of issue: 04.05.2021
Song language: English
Rerun |
I gotta move quickly |
When I go, I’ma wonder will they miss me |
Had to tell the pallbearer «Come get me.» |
In my own lane going least 150 |
I’m playing something, doing this rocking, they heads’ll be nodding of course |
Like the Phantom of Opera, they sing in staccato, the chorus |
Told 'em move to the left let me see some |
Not the same old same, oh nah no reruns |
Calculated my moves, I’m thinking before I make 'em |
I’ll break 'em and shake 'em, eliminate 'em like an assassination |
Things get complicated whenever you on the cusp of greatness |
Smell the fragrance, feel it in the air that way you can’t mistake it |
Giving 'em gasoline to fuel the fire that they feel |
I’ve been obscene, I might combust |
This ain’t a dream, this is reality |
Restitution for efforts, the king like Nebuchadnezzar |
My strategy resurrected, directed right at the enemy |
Interstellar the energy, emphasize it relentlessly |
Metamorphosis with no assist, no concern, you the |
Load the clip, blow it quick |
Let 'em feel the impact and notice it |
Bloom like a lotus and the rose in the Garden of Eden |
The god, receiving nutrients from the people |
Devour the steeple, the feeling is regal |
Never been receding |
Reading the room correctly, I personalize the message |
I hope they accept it, the rest is history in this lesson |
I gotta move quickly |
When I go, I’ma wonder will they miss me |
Had to tell the pallbearer «Come get me.» |
In my own lane going least 150 |
I’m playing something, doing this rocking, they heads’ll be nodding of course |
Like the Phantom of Opera, they sing in staccato, the chorus |
Told 'em move to the left, let me see some |
Not the same old same, oh nah no reruns |
Pardon the payment |
The pussy’s paid the payola |
Control and put the public into a Michael Crichton coma |
The Khomeini Ayatollah is |
At the bottom burning the bloody bodies, smell the aroma |
The heavy bigfoot, sasquatch, Himalayan yeti |
In a fire engine red deadly '57 Chevy |
Any negative rhetoric you get hit with a machete |
Live already we visionary, poetic literary |
Hit with the fists of fury, they buried in the cemetery |
Is he frenemy? |
Enemy? |
Dead to me, I never pity him |
Leviticus in a battle, the middle of Midian |
Let me send the committee and hear the trumpet of Gideon |
had the penis detachable, get up in Kelly’s vaginal |
Breaking both of them who claimed that they’re radical |
Raided the capitol, tactical battle |
The climate created an animal |
Animated cinematic |
A bullet entered a pig like the possession of legion |
They said that «We were many but we begin in the inner demon, heathen, |
Luciferian, made a gentleman’s agreement, madam |
Murder the minister, many men in the mausoleum» |
Like, sing at the guy bye bye, figure the die, die, why try |
Look at my eye, with eye lye |
Groupie at the hotel like gimme the ride, bye bitch |
No IG pics, strictly grimy chicks |
Slowdance, fuck sluts to Ron Isley hits |
Put a bullet in my head, true pleasure |
Now I’m at the playboy mansion in heaven with Hugh Hefner |
I gotta move quickly |
When I go, I’ma wonder will they miss me |
Had to tell the pallbearer «Come get me.» |
In my own lane going least 150 |
I’m playing something, doing this rocking, they heads’ll be nodding of course |
Like the Phantom of Opera, they sing in staccato, the chorus |
Told 'em move to the left let me see some |
Not the same old same, oh nah no reruns |