Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Castles, artist - Russ. Album song Apollo 13, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Russ My Way
Song language: English
Castles |
Yeah |
Sounds like some shit you could sip some scotch to |
Smoke a cigar |
Haha yeah |
Yeah |
The lights are gettin' bright shinin' on my face now |
Is it from the stage or from the cage I call my place now? |
Cause I been buried deep in double lifes and cherry trees |
Pickin' fruits from my labor, chiefin' berry weed |
The music carries me in hands made of pastel |
Way too many crooks tryin' to get inside my castle |
Get the fuck out, I need a cup now |
Fill it up with novelties the hollow me is drunk now |
Exotic women chronic spendin' under treetops |
Safe from the chase to be great then the beat drops |
They say the beat knocks, classic like Pete rock |
Bounce like Dre, I’m high off life, I need a detox |
Cause all this livin' fast has got me out here sipping |
Past my limits, tequila in my glass but I’m not finished |
I’m just sippin' slow, fallin' fast, different hoes, don’t call em back |
But if I do then I’ma fall in love until the seasons pass |
I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that |
Do you like this or do you like that? |
Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back |
I call it payback for your bitch ass |
I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that |
Do you like this or do you like that? |
Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back |
I call it payback for your bitch ass |
Cold ice in my glass, slow nights, livin' fast |
Arts and crafts, the only class I ever passed |
See my craft is my art, my rap is my heart |
My swag is all aboard so my flow is a la tart |
From the start I was a prostar, a dope bard with dope bars |
The Mozart that flows hard, on those beats, he go hard |
It’s hard to find so don’t argue mine |
'Cause tryin' to grade my art is just a loss of time |
Yo' time that is, I’ll be buyin' the cribs |
You’ll be tryin' to figure out whose line that is |
Wayne Brady, the game shady, screamin' pay me |
In Mercedes with your lady Hailey playin' the ukulele baby |
Wavy, broke problems can’t phase me |
Let me go mama, no, commas can’t change me |
So look, mama, the world is ours |
'Cause life is but a show and we’re the stars |
I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that |
Do you like this or do you like that? |
Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back |
I call it payback for your bitch ass |
I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that |
Do you like this or do you like that? |
Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back |
I call it payback for your bitch ass |
My sentiments are infinite I kill it every sentence |
Not to mention my intentions cause i’m fuckin' never catchin' |
Any feelings, keep my head up to the ceilin' with my eyes low |
Pride keeps me high though, dim down the lights so |
We can light up the night, we won’t give up the fight |
Underrated and jaded and my mind already made it |
It’s my time and I been patient, just been rhymin' in the basement |
With this time and in this placement, so take it, I’m 'bout to break it |
How she make me hard then make me soft? |
Slow it down a little, when in the middle, I stay calm |
Remember times I had time to get my cake on |
Now only thing that’s on my mind is gettin' my cake on |
How ironic I’m on it, pimp shit |
Young pale mothafucka walkin' with a limp, bitch |
Ya’ll all stale, suckers pay your rent quick |
Im a lieutenant, you’re a tenant, better get this |
I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that |
Do you like this or do you like that? |
Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back |
I call it payback for your bitch ass |
I’m feelin' like this, you’re feelin' like that |
Do you like this or do you like that? |
Thirty thousand feet with my seat way back, Maybach laid back |
I call it payback for your bitch ass |