Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shadows, artist - Rozz Dyliams. Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shadows |
| Fuck a bitch I’m getting money I can use my hand |
| Unless a bitch gon be a bitch and help me get my bands |
| What’s the plan I wrap the gripping that thang with suran |
| And piggity pop on any motherfucker tryna run up and get they grabs |
| Criminal essence of mind |
| West coast on mine |
| Life get smothered |
| Life on auto pilot |
| Life on rewind |
| All up and down the 5 with cocaine on my mind |
| I reminisce about them days growing up, throwing up wine |
| My days are colder now that I’m older and more jaded by time |
| I have the world in my hands and emptiness in my eyes |
| Mentally ill only ever feel like something isn’t right |
| In a rainy city represented by suicide |
| 6−0-4−4-2−5 I bust a hydroplane |
| Waking up early every morning with this money on my brain |
| Woke up early Saturday morning with this hoe on my dick |
| With this bitch on my wrist |
| Working my wrist out the frame |
| I don’t give a fuck nigga cap that |
| Ima turn nigga to a hashtag |
| On a t-shirt got yo Momma sad |
| I don’t give a fuck he had to get had |
| Oh shit let it snap |
| Fuck a op |
| Smoke a pack |
| Get back |
| Get racks I ain’t gonna be happy til I get that |
| Ay! |
| With my wrist |
| With my fist |
| Hit em' like I’m Ronnie |
| Bitch I’m pissed off the shits got that K2 on me |
| Dark thoughts in my head smoke that gas then call me |
| Leave em red Walking dead turn him to a zombie |
| It’s a bad bad day up in the 2−5-3 |
| I don’t even give a fuck if niggas do like me |
| Ain’t making these moves like me |
| Bitch what ya gonna do fight me |
| I know you won’t cause ya (?) ice cream |
| Can’t fuck around me and my team |
| Okay! |
| Rolling down the trash can and I’m (?) blazer |
| Back seat got the mask on (?) and some razors |
| A little gift for the haters my (?) see ya later |
| Sitting shotty is my girl none of the shit don’t phase her |
| She (?) then pull the mask and erase them |
| She like to sleep by the fire while we listen to Mayhem |
| The fires filled with our enemies |
| They all thought they ahead of me |
| Lack of empathy my weapon as I’m stomping em steadily |
| She got that blade on her side |
| No regrets, No rewind |
| Smell of fear got her happy make her feel she alive |
| Love the color of blood cause it acts like a drug |
| Spitting fire in the booth making music for thugs |
| Rolling bodies in rugs my (?) wire gives hugs |
| Round the neck, cashing checks will take cash over drugs |
| My (?) My mug |
| I’ve been away for a minute |
| My bodies buried in the forest but my spirits a killer |