Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ayeyayaya , by - Shredders. Song from the album Great Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.08.2019
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Ayeyayaya |
| Ándale, Odelay stop the cops |
| I’ve been known to motivate |
| Campaign campaign |
| It’s an old estate, pop a roach a day |
| To save this modern day Nazis lost the plot |
| Change moves like molasses |
| Sometimes feels like movin' backwards |
| Somethin' like a phrase like «money matters» |
| Gaslight the masses |
| But this machine right here kills fascists (yep) |
| This machine right here kills fascists (yep) |
| This machine right here kills fascists (yep) |
| Get you off your asses |
| Settled in with the fact that I’ll never be rich |
| I doubled down with the purpose that I began with |
| Make art, make art |
| And I’m cool with that |
| Feel somethin', feel somethin' |
| Where the humans at? |
| Where you at? |
| Where you at where you at? |
| If ain’t movin' us then it need to fall back |
| Got style plus smarts plus heart |
| What you call that? |
| Pinpoint aim |
| When I flame you get all that |
| Where you at? |
| What it is what it ain’t |
| Ya’ll hate, blow hard |
| But it don’t inflate |
| All right, alt-right |
| Goin' down in flames |
| ‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space |
| And it’s gettin' real late for ya |
| Yeah |
| Eyes in the back of my head |
| I catch Z’s in the front |
| Rather be caught dead |
| I used to doomsday prep |
| And now I’m like |
| If doomsday could try to get me in the front half |
| I wouldn’t even be that mad (Max!) |
| Or Vice taxed |
| With my lab rats |
| Too many pills |
| But chillin' with the transplant |
| Too many thrills |
| We do the shit that most can’t regularly |
| And on a schedule maybe even |
| Maybe, or maybe not |
| Pump fake bait switch hit ‘em with the twist |
| Yeah wait wait just like this |
| Now keep waitin' |
| Nothin' to see here |
| I steer like a broke |
| Front bike wheel driftin' |
| Appear for the night |
| If the right breeze send me |
| I deal with the types |
| Stay alive stay liftin' |
| When diggin' in the dirt so temptin' |
| Huh |
| Holler |
| Dick is in the water |
| I get it how I live it |
| Split it with my partners |
| Double jumping |
| Fuckin' up these level bosses |
| This machine kills screens and kills… |
| Where you at? |
| Where you at where you at? |
| If ain’t movin' us then it need to fall back |
| Got style plus smarts plus heart |
| What you call that? |
| Pinpoint aim |
| When I flame you get all that |
| Where you at? |
| What it is what it ain’t |
| Ya’ll hate, blow hard |
| But it don’t inflate |
| All right, alt-right |
| Goin' down in flames |
| ‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space |
| And this didn’t relate for ya |
| I got P-E-O-P-L-E |
| Nothin' else matters to me |
| Come on connect collect reflect |
| Come get the wet I architect |
| I arc it best |
| Voice to my left tell me |
| «Get like the rest» |
| Voice in my head tell me |
| «Ain't none left» |
| But that thump in my chest tell me |
| Boy go ‘head |
| ‘Cause the thump in my chest tell me I’m not |
| Nah nah nah |
| I made a song called |
| «How to feel good when it’s all wrong |
| How to be on when it’s all off» (awful) |
| Poppin' like a sawed-off |
| Ayeyaya |
| Ayeyayaya |
| I do rad shit bad shit |
| Miss me with that trash shit |
| It goes classes to ashes |
| This machine kills fascists |
| Where you at? |
| Where you at where you at? |
| If ain’t movin' us then it need to fall back |
| Got style plus smarts plus heart |
| What you call that? |
| Pinpoint aim |
| When I flame you get all that |
| Where you at? |
| What it is what it ain’t |
| Ya’ll hate, blow hard |
| But it don’t inflate |
| All right, all right |
| Goin' down in flames |
| ‘Cause ya’ll apes waste space |
| And it;s getting real late for ya |