Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Row, artist - Saba. Date of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Death Row |
| Fuck the government, like my link off |
| Diplomat with my pink on, tit for tat like see-saw |
| Lately feelin' down, act an ass like Eeyore |
| Rolls like Pooh, gave all my dogs like two |
| So much shade and colors I engage in |
| Go hard in the paint like, «Oh, let’s do it» |
| They fuck my money up, can’t uplift like hernia |
| Limit my earnings, huh, then run the cost of livin' up |
| I need what’s owed like reparation |
| Feed my soul like education |
| Get my check up, in need of patience |
| Weird flex, but okay, we made it |
| Like I’m on death row, I see it a different way |
| This goin' a tad slow, lucky to be okay |
| Like I’m on death row, I see it a different way |
| Fuck up the cashflow, lucky be okay |
| Fuck the government like I don’t pay taxes |
| 'Bout to bubble like Kim Kardashian |
| Sleepin' on me is like fuckin' an assassin |
| I got the juice like peach passion |
| I wasn’t ghost ridin', I forgot to put gas in |
| Like a energy drink, we ended up crashin' |
| You don’t have to hide like Alaskans |
| Outside all day, we the last in |
| Slaughter everything like the mad king |
| Keep my circle tight like new braces |
| Calling for retreat, running for the trees |
| You don’t fuck with Pivot, you racist |
| Like I hang with Snoop or the Blue Man Group |
| Only thing I see is blue faces |
| I feel like I’m a king in two places |
| Chill, you using way too many napkins |
| I could’ve played for the Pac-10 |
| Play with that bush like Iraq |
| Need an Oscar award for livin' in black skin |
| They wasn’t tryin' me back then |
| Fuck up the world without asking |
| Like parents avoidin' them vaccines |
| Tempted to touch with a bad ting |
| Like I’m on death row, I see it a different way |
| This goin' a tad slow, lucky to be okay |
| Like I’m on death row, I see it a different way |
| Fuck up the cashflow, lucky be okay |
| Yeah, funny they don’t ask me for any favors |
| Lost on a wave like I’m Kelly Slater |
| I don’t talk it, I live it like a demonstrator |
| I’m back on my bullshit like Penn and Teller, yeah |
| Hair lookin' like I been in Jamaica with my girl, Will and Jada |
| Told me break a leg and I amputated |
| I don’t need luck, you can save your congratulations |
| By the way, I’m on my way up |
| All I see is fake |
| And I’m with the gang like Beyond Scared Straight |
| And we 'bout to run the world like Beyonce say |
| Rap so good, I should make an R&B tape |
| There’s not a part of me fake |
| I’ma take it back, please keep the warranty |
| Say fuck the government, even if I’m on death row |
| And they wait 'til the last second just to pardon me late |
| Like I’m on death row, I see it a different way |
| This goin' a tad slow, lucky to be okay |
| Like I’m on death row, I see it a different way |
| Fuck up the cashflow, lucky be okay |