Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vaccine, artist - Locksmith. Date of issue: 29.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vaccine |
| I don’t slip, I don’t back down |
| I don’t trip, I come back 'round |
| I’m already sick, I put masks down |
| I might rap joust, it’s my cash cow |
| I don’t spit with my ass out |
| And make rap sounds with my pants down |
| I take cash mounds that they pass down |
| You ask how? |
| 'Cause I branched out |
| Out with the facts or perhaps |
| I should play along and adapt and relax |
| I should make a song and distract with an act |
| And an act when they sing 'til I swing with an axe |
| Ask about what I bring |
| To the table, my name 'cause it ring |
| What I play for? |
| Collecting them wins |
| Connecting them strings |
| Obsessing, obscene |
| I don’t wanna waste by the waste |
| And await opportunity |
| What I know is innate |
| So I ate what they threw at me |
| Niggas wanna escape |
| Pray for immunity lasting |
| But there is no vaccine for coonery |
| Cooped in the house from the outset |
| I don’t need a vouch or an ounce of your clout |
| Yet, I don’t need to shout or announce when I bow |
| Take your girl, tell you how I treat a bitch like a house pet |
| How stressed? |
| You seem to be at my progress |
| You seem to leave when it’s hard press |
| I see beneath the sub-context |
| Ya’ll chasin' hoes like a contest |
| The concept seems out of date and so foreign to me |
| Ya’ll juvenile, I’m ignorin' your plea |
| I’ve been torchin' the streets, it’s four hundred degrees |
| Ya’ll like the harbor, go run the police |
| My summaries' like a fungus and weed |
| I’ve been infected with Fuck You Disease |
| If you run up on me, I will hurt you and squeeze |
| Ease with a vow but I doubt you infallible niggas |
| Won’t need to bow, better scowl with your lateral |
| I was never aroused by you roused and compatible rap things |
| What you’ve been asking is laughable |
| Impractical |
| I did my best to look past the bull |
| You niggas follow what masses do |
| Where should I send this new casket to? |
| What should I let my new passion do? |
| You passin' through |
| I set up shop, I’m not shoppin' no deal |
| I know they watch, I don’t knock me a pill |
| But if I keep the profit, my pockets gon' build |
| What I’ve been building is due to return |
| When acknowledged, no ceiling, I’m sealing your urn |
| I’m too honest with women, they feelings get burned |
| If I feel a concern, I don’t reel in my words |
| Ain’t reached the peak and I’ve been on the verge |
| Ain’t lose no sleep and I don’t feel discouraged |
| Master my craft and I laugh at you nerds |
| If I ration my words, you are half of my worth |
| Searchin' my feed just to feed curiosity |
| I’m an anomaly, I’m elite, what you thought of me? |
| Whether you do believe, leave the discography |
| Lasting, if it’s the last thing you bought from me |
| Atrocity |
| That’s what my soul is, it crosses me |
| That’s what you hold as I stomp the beat |
| You a asshole colonoscopy |
| You can egg both from across the street, it cost a fee |
| I know the price and it’s probably too steep |
| I know that pride is what got you this deep |
| But if I get a shot then my squad is gon' eat |
| Yah |