Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OneHundred, artist - Sims. Album song More Than Ever, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
OneHundred |
| I’ve been living in a fish bowl |
| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah |
| Looking at the kid go |
| Doing what they wouldn’t |
| Doing what they couldn’t |
| Beats up, hanging out the window |
| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah |
| Getting up then we get low |
| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah |
| Uh, it’s the one they thumb they nose at |
| Low class, brutal dance, looking like some road rash |
| No hands, go fast, wrote 'em off, no chance |
| No control, now look at him go |
| If I want it I get it |
| I just lassoed a comet |
| Just to know that I did it |
| You said «blah blah blah blah blah» like I invited the comments |
| I need to see all the bodies |
| Before the toe tag |
| Cro mags, we gotta know |
| I’ve been living in a fish bowl |
| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah |
| Looking at the kid go |
| Doing what they wouldn’t |
| Doing what they couldn’t |
| Beats up, hanging out the window |
| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah |
| Getting up then we get low |
| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah |
| I stopped tripping bout the powers that be |
| Started thinking with the powers of ten |
| Give you a sense of the lens |
| Follow my lead as I cut through the breeze |
| Every step GPSed, CC TVed |
| Every breath squeezed through some SJW’s tweet |
| You’re so off beat and so PC |
| They take the sweet right out the cantelope |
| Damn, they take the beast right out the animal |
| Can I live? |
| Well ain’t that a bucket of dicks |
| I was just having fun running from the abyss |
| Now you coming in hot |
| And telling me what the shit is or what it is not |
| And what’s cut from a rib |
| Script never fit, pink mist |
| Ever since me and my brother were kids |
| Newports flip tricks on a grip |
| Tell the world which dick he can kiss |
| Killer big, leave the rest for the buzzards to pick |
| Uh, a real son of a bitch |
| From the hip |
| For the whole clique to split |
| Nothing but a flick of the wrist |
| I’ve been living in a fish bowl |
| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah |
| Looking at the kid go |
| Doing what they wouldn’t |
| Doing what they couldn’t |
| Beats up, hanging out the window |
| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah |
| Getting up then we get low |
| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah |
| When I dip they dip |
| When I jump they jump |
| I just talk my shit |
| Have my fun |
| Make it buck |
| Me and my boss chick making boss moves |
| Driving you crazy in your lazy costume |
| Huh, you on some fake it till you make it shit? |
| I’m on some eat the rich, fuck it all, break this shit |
| Hey, I don’t know what you say |
| I don’t think it’s a game |
| So I don’t care who wins |
| I was scared sick, used to disassociate |
| Now look at all these hairpins I negotiate |
| Pssh, styling on em |
| Wild as a motherfucker |
| Higher than you buying it |
| Blame my environment |
| There’s something in my wiring |
| I don’t know, maybe they’re too microscope |
| Maybe I’m too macro with the tackles on the microphone |
| Oh I think they like it though |
| Trying to keep it lighter but it’s darker out |
| Pull the marker out |
| Make a map about the moment |
| Go ahead, go in, I’m zoning, I’m coping |
| I’m hoping I’m rolling, I wrote it |
| I made it for you |
| True |
| Just trying to step around the dog doo doo |
| I’ve been living in a fish bowl |
| Everybody looking, everybody looking, yeah |
| Looking at the kid go |
| Doing what they wouldn’t |
| Doing what they couldn’t |
| Beats up, hanging out the window |
| Everybody juking, everybody juking, yeah |
| Getting up then we get low |
| Everybody pushing, everybody pushing, yeah |