Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TorcH, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Blank Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ScHoolboy Q
Song language: English
TorcH |
| Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face |
| Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face |
| Blank face, blank face |
| I’ll trade the noise for a piece of divine |
| Uh! |
| This that «Fuck the blogs» |
| The afterbell, we hang in halls |
| Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol |
| Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway |
| One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade |
| I can take you spots where gangsters walk |
| The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn’t even close |
| Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked |
| Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane |
| I ain’t been right since out the cervix |
| I know a M can make it perfect |
| It came through more than the one I worship |
| You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold |
| He got the runny nose |
| Summertime, we don’t trust niggas in winter clothes |
| I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes |
| My money short |
| Missin' the days of honey oats |
| Dollar bills in mama’s coat |
| Cartoons and bubble soap |
| This be the realest shit I wrote |
| This be that ride that hunnid spoke |
| Red and blue from head to toe |
| Who needs a mothafuckin' friend? |
| You see them mothafuckin' rims |
| Met the devil in disguise |
| Look through my mothafuckin' eyes |
| Look at my eyes, look at my block |
| Look at my shit, cold |
| Bustin' these nines, true to my life |
| Word to my pen so |
| Take what you want, get what you like |
| Open that window |
| That shit raw |
| Ain’t it? |
| That shit raw |
| Look through my mothafuckin' eyes |
| Vision impaired by the high |
| No cares on my mind |
| Couple dares, that is fine |
| This shit from 'round the back house |
| More baggies bagged and that roach |
| In granny’s plastic suede couch |
| Best play cat and that mouse |
| A minor pitchin' in major |
| Stay servin' dope but we cater |
| Take you back to my sega |
| Slammin' bones on that table |
| Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam’s |
| Forced to grow to a man |
| Before L.A. had them Rams |
| Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal |
| Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store |
| My haters came for the better and money came for the loads |
| Concrete where we rose, you wasn’t built from this mold |
| Fucked up the game with many flow |
| I’ve been a loc since Henry O |
| I’m ten toes, you movie role |
| I do this shit for lifers way before |
| Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke |
| Got so many bodies the world knows, shit |
| Don’t worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath |
| But our dreams were big, homie |
| The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me |
| Who needs a mothafuckin' friend? |
| You see them mothafuckin' rims |
| Met the devil in disguise |
| Look through my mothafuckin' eyes |
| Look at my eyes, look at my block |
| Look at my shit, cold |
| Bustin' these nines, true to my life |
| Word to my pen so |
| Take what you want, get what you like |
| Open that window |
| That shit raw |
| Ain’t it? |
| That shit raw |
| Look through my mothafuckin' eyes |
| Vision impaired by the high |
| No cares on my mind |
| Couple dares, that is fine |
| My picture was in full frame |
| But my vision had distort |
| My memory is okay |
| But my feelings on point |
| I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go |
| Oh lord! |
| You don’t know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold |
| No lord! |
| I see faces at my window |
| My patience growin' short |
| I had no one to lend on |
| That’s why that chip is so cold |
| Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros |
| Oh lord! |
| Guess that’s my curtain call, my last go |
| Ain’t this shit what you wanted to see? |
| Ain’t this shit what you wanted to see? |