Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kreatures, artist - Nadia NakaiDate of issue: 03.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kreatures |
| I’ll be your victim |
| Inside my head anyway |
| I’ll be your crimson |
| Let me breathe and take it away |
| You’ll be my prison |
| Glass walls that never break |
| Lights off, begin the chase |
| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures |
| Open your eyes |
| The album is naked but that doesn’t mean I’ma open my thighs |
| Bitches are whispering, please do not think I don’t notice you guys |
| This industry shit got the homies and I always faking a smile |
| Been in the club with the squad |
| Now I think we been drinking a lot |
| Reflecting on life in the times that I know we’ve been thinking a lot |
| Look at myself in the mirror to see if I’m different or not |
| Patients of voices that’s been saying I need to get to the clock |
| You needed just to stick to the plot |
| You taking shots in the game |
| They taking Ls, all them bitches are lames |
| I lift my city, bitch, I’m the crane |
| Even through rain they gon' all see my flame |
| I know these niggas, they think we’re the same |
| Y’all niggas tripping, y’all niggas insane |
| Kreatures in here in the club looking strange |
| I see my peers appearing the same, ey! |
| I’ll be your victim |
| Inside my head anyway |
| I’ll be your crimson |
| Let me breathe and take it away |
| You’ll be my prison |
| Glass walls that never break |
| Lights off, begin the chase |
| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures |
| How many times I gotta tell y’all? |
| How many clothes I gotta sell y’all? |
| Killing the game with a red car |
| Don’t even need to take a look at the grave yard |
| I showed bitches what the truth was |
| Homie showed me where the booth was |
| I drop sixteens on a new course |
| Sold out shows with the due force |
| Damn, I’ve been drinking a lot |
| Shit got me thinking a lot |
| Mama told me to keep going |
| 'Til I have a reason to stop and it’s true |
| Niggas couldn’t get on my level |
| Drip game, look at my bezel |
| Came a long way from the time I recorded my first demo |
| Built from the ground, that’s some Legos |
| Went overseas, came back, all in the same week |
| How you hating when you ain’t got a passport? |
| Be your own people that kill you |
| Instead of build you, support, man |
| Is that a lot to ask for? |
| Nowadays, everybody wanna troll |
| All on their phone everybody wanna scroll |
| Looking for the next bad comments to leave |
| It’s such a shame, they don’t know they talking about they own |
| I’ll be your victim |
| Inside my head anyway |
| I’ll be your crimson |
| Let me breathe and take it away |
| You’ll be my prison |
| Glass walls that never break |
| Lights off, begin the chase |
| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures |
| True life when the dude spit |
| A few rhymes on your toupe |
| When you die there’ll be new kids |
| When I die they’ll need new kings |
| And yeah bro as far as cars go |
| Time flies, I got new wings |
| And as far away as the award shows go |
| Ah uyazi ngi two seats |
| I took crowns and chucked deuces |
| Can you better my footprint |
| It’s a new size so excuse me |
| I need equity with that shoe drip |
| Enemies in the room it’s |
| Hard to see who you’re cool with |
| Enemies making music |
| You can hear the hate through the acoustics |
| This is longevity speaking |
| Put everything on hold |
| And then preach that hate you’ve been preaching |
| Right after the tone |
| 'Cause love became a retweet |
| When you lay the song it’s hard to know the tear on your cheek |
| The day that your coffin drops, gone (I'll be your victim) |
| I’ll be your victim |
| Inside my head anyway |
| I’ll be your crimson |
| Let me breathe and take it away |
| You’ll be my prison |
| Glass walls that never break |
| Lights off, begin the chase |
| Mask off they show their face, Kreatures |