Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rex, artist - Stitches.
Date of issue: 06.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rex |
Drivin' down the block |
In my drop top |
One more rapper shot down like 2Pac |
They get a picture of you, put in on a white Tee |
Now you’re just another fucking stupid memory |
Drivin' down the block |
In my drop top |
One more rapper shot down like 2Pac |
They get a picture of you, put in on a white Tee |
Now you’re just another fucking stupid memory |
Rex, if you’re listening to this song, your Daddy’s probably dead |
You’re growing up so fast, remember you used to wet the bed? |
I’m sorry, that I’m not there to raise you |
They caught your dad in traffic, he got murdered by a hater |
See, I didn’t have my father, so maybe you’ll be fine |
Every moment we spent together was an amazing time |
I left you abandoned, I left you stranded |
You feel deserted, I know that you’re hurting |
One thing is for certain, that I’m watching over on top of your shoulder, |
it’s making you colder |
You want revenge, you grab a gun |
You’re loading it up and you don’t give a fuck |
I know how it feels, I’ve been there before |
«And once you kill that mother fucker, please let your mother know» |
«Mom, I killed Daddy’s killer, it’s done.» |
Drivin' down the block |
In my drop top |
One more rapper shot down like 2Pac |
They get a picture of you, put in on a white Tee |
Now you’re just another fucking stupid memory |
Drivin' down the block |
In my drop top |
One more rapper shot down like 2Pac |
They get a picture of you, put in on a white Tee |
Now you’re just another fucking stupid memory |
Hatred inside of your eyes, the lies you tellin' these bitches just to get |
inside |
Instead of praying to god for more blessings, you’re praying to god that I die |
Now ain’t that some shit. |
You’re worried about another man |
You should be worried about your bitch becoming a die hard Stitches fan |
She licking the tip and she with her friend |
Now you wanna kill me even more |
She got my dick in her hand |
She singin' on it like a microphone |
I know you don’t like me, I know you wanna kill me |
Even if you kill me, the streets will always feel me |
I’m about to be the headlines on the news |
But if I’m being honest, that’s some shit I’m used to |
Drivin' down the block |
In my drop top |
One more rapper shot down like 2Pac |
They get a picture of you, put in on a white Tee |
Now you’re just another fucking stupid memory |
Drivin' down the block |
In my drop top |
One more rapper shot down like 2Pac |
They get a picture of you, put in on a white Tee |
Now you’re just another fucking stupid memory |
Drivin' down the block. |