Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wearing a Bear, artist - P.O.S. Album song Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.01.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Wearing a Bear |
| Ya ya ya yeah |
| Brrrrrrrrrrr |
| If that’s P let me hear you say uuuuuuuuuh |
| Hahahaaaaaaaa |
| Alright alright uh, Lazerbeak |
| Hot dog! |
| Yeah! |
| Ay! |
| Beak beat, street sweep, spring clean |
| Beat feet, run and do the next thing |
| Dead of wintering |
| Talking to these mutant teens, splintering |
| Making sure the foot won’t win again |
| Default fine, everything’s cool |
| The demeanor of a bomb pop |
| Chilling in a pool with a bomb pop |
| Dripping on these four finger jewels |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| Least about the shit that’s buggin you eh |
| Watch the news and then realizing I do |
| And theorizing about who |
| Exactly do I gotta kill |
| Just jokes y’all, I pacifist my anarchist |
| National distraction tryna break my will |
| Got me strollin in the infinite |
| Fear of getting into it |
| #blacklives |
| Some of y’all indifferent |
| Some of y’all don’t give a shit |
| Some of y’all don’t fuck with it |
| Some of y’all thought racism was over cause the President was black |
| Smack dab in the middle of the smack and dabs renaissance |
| In the lab tryna change the ambiance |
| Or ambiance keep the ambulance handy |
| Peep the battle stance champ |
| Your boy ain’t candy |
| But uh, you got some skittle up my tiger mit |
| In the spot wearing a bear, I am Revenant |
| Punch it in your Googler |
| Check Merriam-Webster |
| Imma hit the road tryna hang with Tiny Professor and hard_r And pull cards on |
| these lame nards |
| Tryna catch a Garfield |
| Eat sleep great jorb |
| Looking like a fistfight, smile like a brake light |
| Eyes all crumbly, words not fit right |
| Tryptamines, flipped the memes tryna split the plan |
| Hammer in the right, hella snacks in the other hand |
| Trouble in the duffle sack |
| Menace in the trench |
| Couple struggles in the way back |
| Running from the lynch-man, handle that |
| Cataracts peeled, 20/20 future |
| Yeah yeah, scalpel, suture |
| New guts locked in |
| Potter in the abdomen |
| Thanks for the spot homie lifting up the map again |
| Cat scratch feverish |
| Seven year itchy with a bag full of bull |
| Feeling ding dong ditchy |
| Couple dollars and a full tank shifty |
| Manoush Zomorodi and |
| Roman mars is with me |
| Yeah, whip whippin |
| B-, Bending the corners up |
| Ahh |
| Fifth gearin, Flip fisting the |
| Ok ok wait wait wait wait |
| I got this |
| Yeah, Whip whippin |
| B-, Bending the corners up |
| Cup holder full of warm flat soda |
| But the passenger is ice cold pushing down pressure |
| When I die I’ll get a hashtag |
| Ain’t shit better |
| Ahhhh |
| #RIPPOS |