Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nirvana In The Whip, artist - Lou The Human. Date of issue: 01.08.2019
Song language: English
Nirvana In The Whip |
| I been high all week, can’t find a floor, yeah |
| I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah |
| I don’t mind if I hear 'em talk down |
| They ain’t really fucking with me and they know now |
| Up in paradise, homie (Yeah), this is our town, yeah (Ayy) |
| I just ordered pizza with a diva and she rolling all my weed up |
| You been tryna see her, but she Sia to the weak shit |
| 85 beat kicks and I still leave 'em seasick |
| Sneeze, bitch, how so blessed with this shit |
| I’m the best with this shit, till my death in this bitch |
| Weed so loud, probably leave 'em deaf in this bitch |
| Come correct in this bitch, when I sketch you should dip, yeah |
| I been on the road like I’m running from the law |
| Gave 'em lil' time but now I’m coming for you all |
| Hugh Rack probably bring a missile to your door |
| Just for thinking shit was soft, West Brighton till I’m gone, bitch |
| I’ve been on that Pun shit, New York-run shit |
| Bumpin' some Nirvana and I’m probably going dumb, shit |
| Somersault the sentence, make that motherfucker front flip |
| Spittin' like a gun clip, tell 'em all to suck dick, yeah |
| I been high all week, can’t find a floor, yeah |
| I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah |
| I don’t mind if I hear 'em talk down |
| They ain’t really fucking with me and they know now |
| Up in paradise, homie, this is our town, yeah |
| 5 A.M., dropping Jewish models off, homie, that’s a mazel tov |
| Yeah, I’ve been getting to it while they noddin' off |
| These pussy rapper cotton soft |
| I don’t really listen to 'em, you ain’t on my playlist |
| You don’t ever say shit, on my «never play» list |
| Dawg, I was younger and I used to work the grave shift |
| Funny, since then, man, I’m still up on that same shit, word |
| I done murdered every noun and verb |
| 'Bout to fucking learn tongues, probably still be going dumb |
| Bet I write my shit in braille and they still’ll never feel me |
| I’m the only one could kill me, give a fuck about you really |
| Give a fuck if you could feel me, bitch, I’m numb |
| I be up all night, I been duckin' from the sun |
| I used to play the basement, tell your girl that she should come |
| Now I’m looking like the one, bitch, you looking at the sun, don’t stare |
| Man, I’m getting to the point that I really don’t care |
| They ain’t really nowhere, I ain’t really know where |
| I’m supposed to go from here I’m already at the top, yeah |
| On my way home and she already at the spot |
| Bitch, I’m never gonna stop getting better when I jot shit |
| Pop shit and I still be making pop shit |
| Fuck you mean thought I wasn’t gon' talk shit |
| Rack on that god shit, every single bar sick |
| Yeah |
| I been high all week, can’t find a floor, yeah |
| I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah |
| I don’t mind if I hear 'em talk down |
| They ain’t really fucking with me and they know now |
| Up in paradise, homie, this is our town, yeah |