Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sawdust Underground, artist - Marlowe. Album song Marlowe 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Sawdust Underground |
I live on I limp off I came back |
I crisscross my fit cap I live rap |
Might dip off I dispatch I don’t tap |
I hold back no I did that |
Its been packed I live where they nose can’t track |
My prints match they just want that old saint back |
I binge trap I feel like my bread don’t match |
I been snapped and still keep my head on strap |
We been past the pain no impact |
Don’t care what you feeling don’t fight yourself that’s a mismatch |
Been done with the field I always go for the big catch It came to fruition my |
hand on the wheel I bet on my chicken |
I spend my life trying to be everything they saying is missing |
That’s my art and I’m sensitive why I call it my misses |
Homie say wats the finish hell I can’t make no predictions |
Be straight with my senses |
Go make me have to take the offensive |
We was on curb trying to settle in |
We ain’t have much but said we did |
We had more nerve than ever bid |
We ain’t wait turn we never slid |
I just wanna feel my high but I got to keep my mind on turf |
Got provisions on the side if the try don’t work |
Little blood in the water dammit I’m gonna surf |
If we hit the wall I ain’t tryna find out first |
We was on curb trying to settle in we ain’t have Much but said we did |
We had more |
I live long I limp on I push back |
I spill more get billed more can’t look back |
Got light drawn I’m locked on took steps |
I care not about none of that |
My pride is a given I show you how I’m actually living i’m wrestling with it my |
ignas getting dollars pretending |
I’m back on my gloat |
Feeling like Im after my throne |
Do bad on my own |
My Ogs love to lecture me throwed |
Like the pressure I rose |
Used to being under a gun it never made me no difference |
Used to say Id get us up but ain’t no S on my clothes had the key I’d clean em |
out I’m losing out I play my route I used to float the south when we ain’t have |
no rest to lean on |
Now I’m plated got a flav put my recipe on at the window leaning out I’m |
screaming out I free my doubt I put that promise on my daughters house |
Just living with my line about no doe but we could dime it out |
We was on curb trying to settle in |
We ain’t have much but said we did |
We had more nerve than ever bid |
We ain’t wait turn we never slid |
I just wanna feel my high but I got to keep my mind on turf |
Got provisions on the side if the try don’t work |
Little blood in the water dammit I’m gonna surf |
If we hit the wall I ain’t tryna find out first |
We was on curb trying to settle in we ain’t have Much but said we did |
We had more |
You best give us our damn respect |
Got it |