Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life of Pi, artist - Nacho Picasso. Album song Trances with Wolves (The Prixtape), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nacho
Song language: English
Life of Pi |
As a child, my pops chose heroin |
He probably looking down on my clique like (?) |
On stage I be grabbing on my dick like we’re on |
And the bitch pay for every single fit that I’m wearing |
But I don’t really care to mingle |
Cause she stay on my nuts like hairs on wrinkles |
I said we all stars, some dare to twinkle |
And me I’m the fecal, I live in the sinkhole |
I might ring your doorbell, uncover the peephole |
Balled like chemo, emo and evil |
till I crash like Evil Knievel |
The black night rider, the regal cerebral |
Nacho, not Tito Dorito |
Slice your tongue like bushido just to feed you cheetos |
Black shades like Chester, but Nacho just cheat hoes |
And show up to church, breath stinking and street clothes |
Riding round town with the pistol on my lap |
I need it in the lab, they don’t want me in the trap |
I been reachin' out, they ain’t ever hit me back |
And everybody know my name, they ain’t even hear me rap |
Riding round town with a trick up my sleeve |
Black hipster bitch with a licorice weave |
She’s built to believe, but I’m built to deceive |
Either build up a means or kill all the dreams |
You’re a dick rider, I’m just a dick writer |
Watching Life Of Pi, I was rooting for the tiger |
Waves turn the middle finger to the passingbyers |
Ski mask from Fred Myers got me asking for the pliers |
Cut his finger off, read the caption on the flyer |
I was taking off my baby’s pacifier |
First words I ever spoke was «baby pass the lighter» |
Read Little Ms Muffin and relating to the spider |
Higher, I’m inside you |
But go against the throne, Imma hang you out the dryer |
Like a tire, swinging while you try to |
Word around town is you sing like Mariah |
Never made yay, but you seen through the wire |
Pleading for your life while I’m killing a papaya |
Snakes in the grass, but I’m dealing with a hydra |
So first class, I’m in the seat beside the pilot |