Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Madman, artist - Smrtdeath. Date of issue: 14.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Madman |
| He broke my heart… |
| Yah yah |
| What do you know 'bout me? |
| Nothin' |
| Everybody bummed but you know they frontin' |
| Four rings on my hands, got me lookin' like a… |
| High off this shits, got me actin' like a… |
| Yah, yah yah yah |
| Four rings on my hands, got me lookin' like a champion |
| High off the shits, I be actin' like a madma-an |
| I be actin' like a madma-an, like a madman |
| Four rings on my hands, got me lookin' like a champion |
| High off the shits, I be actin' like a madma-an |
| I be actin' like a madma-an, like a madman |
| All these rings on my hands, I’m looking like the mafia |
| Did you know that «smrt» means «death» in Czecho-Slovakia? |
| They told me that when you glo they really try stoppin' ya |
| But I ain’t worried 'bout the mob, you know that I be poppin', yah |
| They like «why yo nails look like that?» |
| Goddamn, they are so pretty |
| And how you throwin' looks like that? |
| I know I keep it lit, see |
| I really got the sauce like that, I know you see me drippin' |
| Asking what was in my cup, don’t worry 'bout what I’m sippin' |
| The way I got all of these drugs, might think that I’m a doctor |
| And I know that they love me 'cause they callin' me their father |
| You pickin' up those pills off the ground, I ain’t even bothered |
| Hair long as fuck, yeah I’m lookin' like a rockstar |
| Show your team why I get guap, you gon' order steak and lobster |
| I don’t need shit, spend that money on designer |
| Spend that money on designer |
| I don’t need shit, spend that money on designer |
| Four rings on my hands, got me lookin' like a champion |
| High off the shits, I be actin' like a madma-an |
| I be actin' like a madma-an, like a madman |
| Four rings on my hands, got me lookin' like a champion |
| High off the shits, I be actin' like a madma-an |
| I be actin' like a madma-an, like a madman |
| Shadows settle on the place, that you left |
| Our minds are troubled by the emptiness |