Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gravedigger , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.01.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Gravedigger |
| I will not give out no pass |
| Waste ass mother fuckers breathing in my air |
| And I know even tho I don’t wanna that they’ll prolly outlast |
| So I’m hanging out the window (yeah) |
| Got my feet up on the dash |
| Face fulla sunshine |
| Tryna unwind |
| Tryna get mine |
| Tryna use a hundred percent |
| Of this little flash that I have (yeah) |
| I could ease up on my tempo |
| (slow down, slow down, slow down) |
| I should prolly save a little cash |
| (slow down, slow down, slow down) |
| I could do it how the text book say |
| I could do it how they wanna chase fame |
| I can steady as we blaze |
| They can do the math and laugh |
| (slow down) |
| (I'd rather be) |
| Sitting back broke |
| Pushing facts and hope |
| What you want |
| Beating back those |
| Playing on my phone |
| What you want |
| We can keep it close |
| We can own the road |
| What you what |
| I can see all the way from here |
| It’s the same as here no matter how far I go (go) |
| Go |
| Save a little money |
| Eye could stain a dummy |
| This the generation of impatience |
| I ain’t being funny |
| Isn’t it amazing how we take but never give enough |
| Then still can have the nerve to pretend that we live it up |
| Fuck it I don’t wanna pretend |
| Hopping in the front seat tell him give me the clip |
| I ain’t worried bout a charge 'cause I rhyme for the rent |
| And in a white man’s world get a notary, nig |
| What you want to see? |
| Double cuffs and expensive rings |
| Welfare checks, buying food on link |
| Work 3 jobs 'cause I just can’t breathe and when I do chase bread it’s 'cause I |
| need to eat (shit) |
| Feet up high on the dash I’m chilling |
| Did a line 'cause I just want feelings |
| Lost girl but I might be villain |
| And I can feel the wounds on my back still healing |
| Yeah |
| I will not see through no dumb shit |
| No fuck shit |
| No dick moves |
| No nothing but dopeness and lush and no |
| I will not give out no pass |
| They the past |
| There’s plenty other |
| Stray cats chewing on these |
| Waste ass mother fuckers breathing in my air |
| And I know even tho I don’t wanna that they’ll prolly outlast |
| I’m hanging out the window |
| Hands in the breeze |
| Knees on the wheel (yeah) |
| She got her feet up on the dash |
| She tryna get it while she can |
| She tryna make these minutes last |
| (With a) |
| Face in the moonlight |
| Tryna get right |
| Tryna get a little outside |
| Vision |
| Tryna flash |
| Tryna do it while she can |
| (We tryna) |
| Do it while we can |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| I’d rather be |
| Sitting back broke |
| Pushing facts and hope |
| What you want |
| Beating back those |
| Playing on my phone |
| What you want |
| We can keep it close |
| We can own the road |
| What you what |
| I can see all the way from here |
| It’s the same as here no matter how far I |
| Sitting back broke |
| Pushing facts and hope |
| What you want |
| Beating back punishers |
| Playing on my phone |
| What you want |
| We can keep it close |
| We can own the road |
| What you what |
| I can see all the way from here |
| It’s the same as here no matter how far I go |
| No matter how far I go |
| (No matter how far I…) Go |
| G-go, go, go, go |
| Go |