Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soiled in Regret , by - Madchild. Song from the album Demons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.04.2019
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Soiled in Regret |
| By now, you must live under a rock, if you ain’t heard of him |
| Madchild, I don’t need a shoulder to cry on |
| I talk soft, and I walk with a firearm |
| I just need to put in work and I will flourish |
| I’m hungry, I’m snapping on these tracks like I’m malnourished |
| No more light to these fakes and these hoes |
| Making cake off my name, now the bakery’s closed |
| It’s fun gathering |
| It’s fun gathering |
| It’s fun gathering |
| Words, I’m staying ravenous |
| It’s fun gathering |
| It’s fun gathering |
| It’s fun gathering |
| Words, we plain savages |
| Brain, never seen a carnival that’s this large |
| BAX general, honorable discharge |
| Ruthless on a loop troop, my boots laced |
| Uptight, still walk angrily with a screw face |
| (Hook) |
| Time to catch a red eye flight |
| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight |
| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might |
| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right |
| Time to catch a red eye flight |
| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight |
| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might |
| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right |
| Automatic weapon and my firepower murk em |
| Fuck these Satan rappers, a higher power lurking |
| Met so many fake people out that I stopped mingling |
| I’m burning every rapper out, chop kindling |
| Razor under my tongue that’s still a buck-fifty |
| Weigh a buck-fifty, stacked another buck-fifty |
| Thanks to all the people out there that fuck with me |
| I miss the homie, like what happened to Buck 50? |
| How much more fucking spoiled can you get to |
| Now I’m drenched in misery and soiled in regret too |
| Little bad wolf’s back, gonna get you |
| Trying to find time to see where my mind gets to |
| Hard to be a leader when your ass don’t function |
| Followers don’t know you’re on a path of destruction |
| Self-sabotage, shit, I’m a savage God |
| Shit, Mad is frothing at the mouth, I’m a rabid dog lit |
| (Hool) |
| Time to catch a red eye flight |
| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight |
| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might |
| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right |
| Time to catch a red eye flight |
| Black hoodie on my head, like a Jedi Knight |
| Do some stupid shit again, you can bet I might |
| 200 shows straight and my head ain’t right |
| (I dunno, man, I think I like this one better than the last one) |