Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lips , by - Moodie Black. Song from the album Lucas Acid, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Lips |
| I swear, I’d be a problem |
| If I could only get one second out my lips |
| I’d be a problem |
| (K. d e a t h) |
| I ain’t never worn no flag |
| I don’t even like my dirt |
| I resort to fangs all out |
| Swimming in my shame |
| With my lanes — all doubt |
| Bleeding paranoia, I have no idea |
| Heavy in the shade |
| Grey: it degrades my age all black-bag |
| Dreams in a fade I’m glad bear-eating-face, no fads |
| Tearing at the brown a little late to feel the sway |
| Swear I had a fox tryna tell me its phase |
| Wether wake or fake stakes ash in a bath |
| Burning like a bad sun peeling from the swag |
| What the Hell I run from? |
| I don’t feel like running anymore |
| What the Hell I running from? |
| I don’t feel like running anymore |
| I swear, I’d be a problem |
| If I could only get one second out my lips |
| I’d be a problem |
| I swear, I’d be a problem |
| If I could only get one second out my lips |
| I’d be a problem |
| (Ceschi) |
| Ever did a ballet pirouette |
| Just to dodge a bullet on a bad day? |
| Never yet? |
| Ever had to pray to an absent god |
| Hoping to avoid an early grave? |
| Fuck another fraud (yeah) |
| This is knife in a narc’s heart level art |
| Bite mark on a white-devil type dark |
| Spitting that fight for your life |
| Snipe president |
| (Shit) I’ma die with my four fingered fist clenched |
| Who am I to tell you how to live? |
| I could never save you from the abyss |
| I️ ain’t ever been like y’all |
| I’ve been off course still running |
| Life-is dumb slow morphine drip |
| All of us crumble to bits |
| Everything is quiet in the end though |
| Everything is quiet in the end |
| Silent in the end |
| (K. d e a t h) |
| I pretend the sheets stay white |
| I can turn away not really looking |
| See the powers in the flowers not the furnace |
| Pedal in the pussy 'til its burning |
| While I’m sleeping in the wind until its morning |
| I resent the way the fucker fits without the privates |
| That I’m minus you the face of what I’m after |
| While we settle for the whitest since Paris |
| Probably not the same but I’ve been running from of it |
| Knowing what I’m doing killing women how I came up in it |
| I have never been like y’all too fuckin big too fuckin tall |
| Greens in the kitchen beans on the counter heavy under blankets half my life I |
| tried to fake it |
| But I, came what I 'IS' |
| I am cold fang to the pain of my fist (bliss) |
| I can barely breathe right now |
| I can barely breathe right now |
| I swear, I’d be a problem |
| If I could only get one second out my lips |
| I’d be a problem |
| I swear, I’d be a problem |
| If I could only get one second out my lips |
| I’d be a problem |
| I pretend the sheets stay white |
| I pretend the sheets stay white |
| I pretend the sheets stay white |
| I pretend the sheets stay white |