Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song REVOLVER, artist - Lil Darkie. Date of issue: 14.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
REVOLVER |
| If you ain’t fucking with my vision |
| Then act like I don’t exist |
| If you ain’t riding with me nigga |
| Get rocking that’s what he kicks |
| Because I’m tired of disloyalty |
| And bitch shit |
| I’m tired of the misfits |
| And what else? |
| I’ll list it |
| I hate niggas that dissing but wont |
| Make the diss explicit |
| I hate when niggas switching |
| Playing sides you complicit |
| I hate when niggas don’t know something |
| Wrong cuz you ain’t pissed yet |
| Cuz you ain’t said you hate when niggas |
| Quiet like some crickets |
| Insects |
| Crush em up and eat em with some butter |
| On some biscuits |
| My fist gets |
| Harder when I grip to |
| Sit through |
| Another fucking day of playing shit cool |
| Fuck that |
| I hope the fucking planet suck the guts |
| Out of my nut sack |
| I’ll buss back |
| And you can fucking trust that |
| I’ll hit you |
| Right in yo fucking neck |
| 'N let you lay inside a piss pool |
| Cuz there ain’t nothing worse than |
| Treated badly by your brother |
| Kinda anger make me wanna see |
| Another in a gutter |
| Kinda anger make me blind and |
| Make me think an awful thought |
| Was never taught how to forgive |
| Or maybe I had just forgot |
| Why the people that’s supposed to |
| Have you back is turning opps |
| Kinda anger make me wanna murder |
| Every single cop |
| With a shotgun |
| Pull up and I pop one |
| Pull up and I pop two |
| Now they’ve fucking shot you |
| So let it stay a thought then |
| The kinda one that dropped in |
| The kinda one I put inside a song |
| That I can bop ten times |
| Until I stop caring |
| About the fact that underneath it all |
| There’s nothing solid to hold on to |
| Like you want to |
| And when I’m dreaming I feel better |
| Then I do when I’m awake |
| How I’mma dream some realer people |
| Than the ones that living when they |
| Really fake |
| Like actually |
| I do this rapping casually |
| Distract me from my dying |
| And trying to feel my innocence |
| Again and it’s impacting me positively |
| And in a sense I guess |
| It is the cause of anxiety |
| When people got pairs of cents |
| They wanna give too |
| Distribute |
| Opinions bout the art |
| But I ain’t like the other |
| Rappers you listen to |
| This music is a painting |
| With emphasis on the pain |
| It’s not to entertain |
| It’s the noises inside my brain |
| And I pray that you understand |
| And I’m sorry I’m so aggressive |
| If I had a hundred bands I’d invest it |
| Into my message |
| That race is fake |
| And people equal but don’t wanna be |
| It’s all because of greed and |
| How we structure our economy |
| I’m so depressed |
| I’ve had this liquor in my chest like every day |
| Cuz I ain’t been feeling the best |
| A mixed race faggot boy that rap and |
| Ain’t black but his goddess is |
| I pray that kali ma descend |
| On la bring apocalypse |