Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spain , by - King Iso. Release date: 16.09.2021
Song language: English
Spain |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Iso, Waxface |
| I grew up 'round angels and demons, and no I don’t mean like the flick (Yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Raise Hell when alive, when we double though, can’t be where demons exist (Yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Pray to God like they do on the week, but sometimes I don’t think he exist |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| I’ma kill 'em, a dude, I’m indigenous to it, you’ll see in the end (Yeah) |
| My sisters be saying «You think they’re your friends» |
| E-S-P-especially when I’m lit |
| We visit the past like he in the pen |
| I was shit on like T-P so I be with them sticks |
| I had county blues, might be with the rips |
| On top of the streets, I got beef with my bitch |
| I chief like Khalifa, won’t see you again |
| I ain’t talking camping on B’s, I’m intense |
| Guess she done fucked off, my back’s on the wall |
| I’m a dad, but I’m falling, can’t be with my kids |
| Stack two hundred large, but blew through it all |
| How I don’t recall, won’t believe what I did |
| Blood you ain’t my dog, your bitch on my balls |
| You better go put you a leash on that bitch |
| Hit Wax with a call like fuck it, let’s ball |
| And that’s on the set like I be doing dips |
| I’m paranoid bitch, you can see where I live |
| I’m leaving the crib with the heat on my hip |
| Yeah fuck all the ops, I’ma squeeze 'til it drops |
| Fire, run, I’m dumping a thing in the clip |
| Don’t speak on my name like Beetlejuice bitch |
| Cause shit can get ugly like beetle juice is |
| Fuck where do I turn, all bridges are burned |
| Like London, so fuck it, I’ll flee to Madrid |
| I still revisit the past although it’s painful |
| Maybe in another life I can explain more |
| E-S-P like I’m abbreviating Spain, oh |
| If I’m sensing any tension, let that thing blow |
| Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what |
| your angle |
| Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can’t talk, |
| I’ll be with them angels |
| You go out when people remember you |
| Pending cases got me not giving out any interviews |
| Things that used to be so big to me now are so minuscule |
| Before you bro me, know that isn’t quite what I consider you |
| Money, guns and drugs, you know the usual |
| Trust some bitches I can’t trust, sometimes I get delusional |
| Standing tall and cool and I’m only breaking down at funerals |
| I’m losing you, that’s okay 'cause all I did was lose with you |
| Don’t try to break my winning streak, homies turn into enemies |
| Shouldn’t have to answer, if my choice is between them and me |
| Pots over the stove in mama’s kitchen taught me chemistry |
| The pain I felt inside told me to block out all your memories |
| I’ll get through this eventually |
| Ain’t much time to reminisce, I don’t see no resemblance |
| In the ways we move, how come you can’t keep your resentment in |
| Rose up out the gutter, your hatred for me must stem from this |
| Diamonds in my teeth, is how my words are so expensive, bitch |
| I still revisit the past although it’s painful |
| Maybe in another life I can explain more |
| E-S-P like I’m abbreviating Spain, oh |
| If I’m sensing any tension, let that thing blow |
| Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what |
| your pain go |
| Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can’t talk, |
| I’ll be with them angels |