Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Premonition, artist - Kid Bookie. Album song You'll Rate Me When I'm Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2016
Record label: Kid Bookie
Song language: English
Premonition |
I’m coming of age |
Where many a' people around me are suddenly falling for pussy for all of these |
women becoming a slave! |
(it's mad) MAD |
Steadily pacing I manifest thoughts to bring me the future I rapidly taught |
today! |
(it's sad) SAD |
‘cause some of the friends that was riding from young are deciding i’m done and |
are plotting my grave in ways! |
(ah man) AH MAN |
I’m telling the truth is there anyone true, I can’t really assume is a frenemy |
truly bad! |
(oh wait) OH WAIT |
I ain’t as dumb as I look i’m a son of crook I was doing this throwing my |
lyrics pad |
When you was just nearly a nut in a jimmy instead he decided to pull it off, |
BANG! |
A baby was born in the shape of a horn |
They called it the Devil he’s raising a storm |
With a cape and a sword, he’s capable of |
Breaking the game like a Sega went pop |
You fuckers are lucky you’re walking in public |
I’m grabbing your clothes and taking ‘em off! |
I follow the bible of Bookie, you took me for nothing and now that I’m |
something I’m coming with trouble a double rebuttal thats backing me up from |
the tunnel of FUCK ALL! |
I had a premonition yeah |
From the beginning I know I ain’t tripping |
From the dank that I’m smoking, The rum that i’m sipping |
You mix that with a yat and you know, that I’m missing |
Try’na steer clear, enough tings blur my vision |
But no lust could ever make a man abort the mission |
But with love yeah we have a chance |
I won’t stop until I. (fuck sake man) |
My Love a dime, bands on nickel back, I need all my pennies |
Soon to run London ain’t even walk the city |
Tend to find that offending find me, fire me with semis. |
Automatics, you niggas pussy not even kidding |
I got a feeling Kianna might leave me for drama |
Or some other nigga with commas its common my come up on time, and its times |
where Kianna don’t love me i see all the signs |
I got a feeling the feelings I’m feeling extend from the niggas who feeling to |
feel and to fill in positions i’m given, its given you niggas is not gon' get |
it, I |
Don’t get it couldn’t get it never got it forced to pop it, look inside the oxo |
toxic |
Iced veins, numbing pain, keeping sane, escaping feelings forced to pocket |
Pac to pocket packed emotions, 'Side devotion, purple potion slowing process. |
Yeah, motion timeless feeling like i’m hopeless, honest |
I feel the tension, no want for these conditions |
Times i think suicidal, idols make it hard decisions |
Articulate the vision, stuck in the wrong position |
Doubtful feelings I’m feeling titled as premonition |
I had a premonition yeah |
From the beginning I know I ain’t tripping |
From the dank that I’m smoking, The rum that i’m sipping |
You mix that with a yat and you know, that I’m missing |
Try’na steer clear, enough tings blur my vision |
But no lust could ever make a man abort the mission |
But with love yeah we have a chance |
I won’t stop until I. (fuck sake man) |
I have a story to tell ima' make it known |
I knew I was cursed when the shaman spoke and I woke up in a strangers cloak |
and my face was old |
Black skin and basic clothes with many hopes of obtaining gold and these dreams |
all seemed up in the air like I sprayed cologne |
I weren’t waiting for these masters to slay me my mind and heart was set on |
departing from slavery its crazy ‘cause now that my chains are broke |
I’ll be ready to take the globe, its game of thrones, it was lost, |
but I made it home, they wanted me dead decaying bones but how can you case a |
ghost! |
Any enemy next to me is an endangered soul, I’ll slaughter a bunny rabbit but |
save a crow, insane I know |
I’ll sell dynamite to your ladies skull and watch her brain explode just after |
she gave me blows, don’t put your faith in hoes! |
All I ever received from this music was fame and foes, the knowledge of where |
satan rolls and the incentive to break the mould |
Hyping how, I’ll wrap a knife around a pagans throat, for aiming slow, |
its murder in cold blood, laugh after the case is closed! |
I had a premonition yeah |
From the beginning I know I ain’t tripping |
From the dank that I’m smoking, The rum that i’m sipping |
You mix that with a yat and you know, that I’m missing |
Try’na steer clear, enough tings blur my vision |
But no lust could ever make a man abort the mission |
But with love yeah we have a chance |
I won’t stop until I. (fuck sake man) |
Woah x 8 |