Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everybody Stay Calm , by - Run the Jewels. Release date: 24.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everybody Stay Calm |
| Excusez-moi bitches |
| I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted |
| No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief |
| I’m a nut punch wizard |
| Speed bag ya' ball bag leave none in it |
| We, we got one ambition |
| Re-up and puff til the month go missing |
| Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella |
| I, I rumble don’t stumble young fellow |
| Got a stinger in the '69 bumblebee yellow |
| I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a |
| hater can’t tell her |
| Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous |
| I’m the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers |
| I, I’m a goddamn savage |
| Eat with no hands I don’t even use napkins |
| Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing |
| (Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit |
| Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off |
| And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off) |
| Take it easy partner |
| Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains |
| Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling |
| They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous |
| Too old to change, I’m a stay with paper |
| Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces |
| We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places |
| Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist |
| Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor |
| I don’t do meek anymore, guy, save it |
| The laughing is done now, time to cry later |
| Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your |
| business |
| You can’t pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this |
| Paraplegics, you don’t run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption |
| Think you stylin', think you stuntin' |
| I’ll smack the fuck out ya' ass for frontin' |
| That seems a little aggressive |
| Oompa-loompas, I’ll shoot a tune atcha medullas |
| I’m cool as a rule but I’ll scalp a ruler |
| I’m new to this town, I’m a stranger passing |
| I see your bum crews, I don’t get the hoopla |
| (The world got rules they say) That’s a rumour |
| Benign, nah I’m lying it’s a tumour |
| They ain’t even tryna' buy that we cryin' goobye |
| We got dying to do, dude, the design’s ruthless |
| One-two, one-two |
| I done read books by Sun-Tzu |
| Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too |
| The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu |
| No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through |
| Hurry up we got liquor to run through |
| Bales to inhale, lies to not tell |
| She told me let her go and then I can exhale |
| I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel |
| Take it easy, partner |
| Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains |
| Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling |