Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song twenty eighteen., artist - Nobigdyl.. Album song SOLAR, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.2018
Record label: Capitol CMG Label Group;
Song language: English
twenty eighteen. |
Headphones in the Uber, I ain’t tryna talk |
Last year was a lot, I’m tryin' to walk it off |
Don’t need interventions, please don’t get involved |
Pray that my decisions send me back to God |
Demons in my DMs, they all wanna talk |
Trollin' in my mentions, gotta get the block |
People don’t want friendship, they just want the sauce |
Pray that their decisions take 'em back to God |
2015, jumped in the game like it was Madden |
2016, I found the team, I quarterbacked it |
2017, they kicked it off, I ran it back |
And in 2018, I’m just paddin' all my stats |
I mean I’m passin' and I’m catchin' laterals, I’m Bo Jackson |
Time is windin' down and they all know that once I snap it |
I’ma take a knee like Kaepernick, your favorite pacifist |
That whole stanza just a metaphor for how my passion is |
Lazarus, just a little mattress where my casket is |
My capillaries filled with stamina that never vanishes |
I’m not a fan of percocets or xanaxes |
Just an activist that don’t drink actavis |
I use my scars and lacerations as a basic catalyst to shape and motivate me |
To show you what the good data is |
I just hit the mission then I did the race |
Say you gettin' riches, please elaborate |
I can see you wylin' on the internet |
Only God can judge, but do you want to see Him litigate? |
Clearly fake love get no play around my real estate |
Henny straight, that mean no mixin' to the Luther taste |
Of your fate, if you hate love, aka Son of Yahweh |
Elmer Fudd, death is on the hunt |
This gon' make my momma prolly make a sing along |
She gon' show it to her mom and they gon' slap they palms |
Trump hear the track, then he say, «Why can’t we get along?» |
This gon' make Obama’s 2018 favorite songs |
I just watched the Dave Chappelle and now I’m readin' Psalms |
I haven’t been this savage since like 21 |
Headphones in the Uber, I ain’t tryna talk |
Last year was a lot, I’m tryin' to walk it off |
Don’t need interventions, please don’t get involved |
Pray that my decisions send me back to God |
Demons in my DMs, they all wanna talk |
Trollin' in my mentions, gotta get the block |
People don’t want friendship, they just want the sauce |
Pray that their decisions take 'em back to God |