Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song COMPOSITION III IN RED, WHITE, AND BLACK, artist - Lil Darkie. Album song THIS DOES NOT EXIST, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: lil darkie
Song language: English
COMPOSITION III IN RED, WHITE, AND BLACK |
Sir! |
Sir! |
Sir! |
Sir! |
Sir! |
I think something’s wrong! |
Nah, it’s okay |
Are you ready? |
Are you ready? |
I be drunk walking steady |
Off the alcohol and medi |
I’m addicted to not thinking |
Are you ready? |
Are you ready? |
I don’t think this nigga ready |
Why you talking like you is |
And then you isn’t, why you petty? |
Let me, let me, let me, let me |
Let me, let me, let me, let me |
If I keep using like I’m choosing to |
Then by the time I’m 50 you’ll be losing, dude |
I had to grow up, I had to humble myself |
This body is not mine, it is the people came before me |
And the moments make a story I’m ignoring |
Why I’m bugging? |
I be tweaking, I be shrugging off the weekends |
Reefer reeking, reaping everything I sow, cut up a leaf and seed it |
Weakened, then I go proceed to blow |
How you moving slow in the river? |
You gotta row, niggas hoes |
Fuck that shit, an impossible prick get |
Beat the fuck up outside his own show |
By some black kids, attacked, «Why you saying nigga, though?» |
You ain’t bring a trigger though, bitch, wanna spread pain? |
Been a lot of bitches sickened by the way I’m in they brain |
Seen you bought a fucking ticket, fill my pockets, you insane, figures |
Ain’t a person here finna listen through the shame, niggas |
Off it, stomp through the profit |
I might put your ideology in a coffin |
Fuck the bullshit infecting your mind |
Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy |
Fuck your color, fuck a follower amount |
What you about, nigga? |
Shout if you tired of the clout |
Like, «I am», wet 'em up, «I am» wet 'em up |
«I hate everything you motherfuckers stand for» |
If I’m gonna die what the fuck I collect bands for, nigga? |
For the children, own a building on some land |
Fuck a Patek, fuck a Rollie, I’m a faggot, I’m the man, nigga, damn |
Do a hand stand tanning in the sand 'cause I can |
Highs and lows, I know a flow that might surprise you, though |
I keep pain inside my body, gotta let him out |
Scream 'til everything is tearing at the seams |
They don’t want none of that |
Fuck nigga talking out his butthole, for what tho? |
Every person I know hella cutthroat |
I’m rolling with a crutch, ho, but you the one disabled |
Think Cain hated Abel? |
Lay his head on the table |
Now you is just a fable, looking like a bagel |
Are you ready? |
Are you ready? |
I be drunk walking steady |
Off the alcohol and medi |
I’m addicted to not thinking |
Are you ready? |
Are you ready? |
I don’t think this nigga ready |
Why you talking like you is |
And then you isn’t, why you petty? |
Off it, stomp through the profit |
I might put your ideology in a coffin |
Fuck the bullshit infecting your mind |
Load a full clip of money not bullets you buy |
High, see a Darkie fly thru the sky |
Cry when a nigga taking all my pie |
Why, when my nigga went inside? |