Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corrode, artist - King Iso. Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
Corrode |
| I be thinking everybody 12 |
| Cable man sit out front of the house too long |
| I get to hiding and shit, plotting escape routes |
| I can’t make this shit up |
| Hit me when the pack land |
| The man chasing Pac Man |
| Prints all on my trash cans |
| Going through my trash bags |
| I wonder who did it, your homies’ll double-cross you like a hashtag |
| I wanted a million, didn’t think it would come with the haters that matched it |
| I’ve been on my own, got it alone |
| With your hand out, what the fuck is you on? |
| Pretend together, how 'bout we just don’t |
| For all my sinning, I need to atone |
| Breaking the code, don’t get split to the bone |
| I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone |
| Ain’t no love left from me, hit all the roads |
| These boys are bitches, no different than hoes |
| Fuck all that talking, you ain’t gon' do shit |
| We never partners, and if we were partners |
| We wouldn’t be talking, you be doing skits |
| You know I be looking out for my partners |
| And you know what all of my opposites is |
| And you know if you don’t score, I ain’t paying |
| So don’t just pull up there and pop up the crib |
| Ran up my bag, I ain’t sharing with you |
| You wouldn’t do the things Aaron would do |
| You want a lot in return for a little |
| By smutting my name, you embarrassing who? |
| Hundreds and fifties, I tear 'em in two |
| Used to do nothing but stare at the roof |
| Inside of prison, I used to go fishing for dinner, but only thing I caught was |
| soup |
| Ain’t got no sympathy in me or empathy |
| Shout out my brothers who never would question me |
| They just know who I am and what it is with me |
| Ain’t gotta speak when you do through telepathy |
| I got the recipe, can’t get the best of me |
| God watching over me, Devil be testing me |
| Sometimes it’s best to not show any mercy |
| And sometimes it’s best to forgive and just let it be |
| Hit me when the pack land |
| The man chasing Pac Man |
| Prints all on my trash cans |
| Going through my trash bags |
| I wonder who did it, your homies’ll double-cross you like a hashtag |
| I wanted a million, didn’t think it would come with the haters that matched it |
| I’ve been on my own, got it alone |
| With your hand out, what the fuck is you on? |
| Pretend together, how 'bout we just don’t |
| For all my sinning, I need to atone |
| Breaking the code, don’t get split to the bone |
| I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone |
| Ain’t no love left from me, hit all the roads |
| These boys are bitches, no different than hoes |
| Hoes yeah, yeah |
| I guess I’ll just run up a rap bag |
| If it wasn’t for this that’s on bloods I admit that I’d be with the pounds, |
| fuck a hashtag |
| Was a dog in the pound, I got laughed at |
| No bones tossed in the ground, you can have that |
| Better let that bitch go if you flash that |
| Paranoid, I draw down on my flashbacks |
| Ain’t no choice then bitch why would you ask that? |
| I look like a knife block from them backstabs |
| Bitch I’m dolo, might rock with no cats, facts |
| Doo, doo, doo, through your flack homie, catch that? |
| Got your hand out but ain’t help me grab that |
| Double crossed over paper like grabs jack |
| You was sleep on the back, that’s a knapsack |
| Disappeared then got ghost, fuck a Snapchat |
| It was funny, Dino got the last laugh |
| I’m in a lab in the trap blood |
| You want peace and picket fence and black lab |
| I ain’t skiing when you see this black mask |
| Funny how you whip it and catch backlash |
| Beef, I’ll bring it to your door like DashPass |
| I ain’t worry 'bout him, where the cash at? |
| So I hit Wax like the last dab and said- |
| Hit me when the pack land |
| The man chasing Pac Man |
| Prints all on my trash cans |
| Going through my trash bags |
| I wonder who did it, your homies’ll double-cross you like a hashtag |
| I wanted a million, didn’t think it would come with the haters that matched it |
| I’ve been on my own, got it alone |
| With your hand out, what the fuck is you on? |
| Pretend together, how 'bout we just don’t |
| For all my sinning, I need to atone |
| Breaking the code, don’t get split to the bone |
| I was fucked up, you quit hitting my phone |
| Ain’t no love left from me, hit all the roads |
| These boys are bitches, no different than hoes |