Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overflow, artist - Triple One. Date of issue: 01.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overflow |
| — One shot to my head, one shot to Rennet’s…are your ready Rennet? |
| — I don’t think I want to play… |
| — Are you ready… you don’t wanna play… Bad Luck |
| We never came to wreck everything that you were living for |
| (It just happened that’s it) |
| You haven’t heard of us I’ve been a murderer this is a |
| (Classic Action acting) |
| Like I’ve been up on a pedestal, you are the metaphor |
| (I've Been writing slowly) |
| We are the virus you don’t have the antidote anymore |
| (Kill you softly only) |
| Cutting the ties with the 'tied of me' |
| Try to rewire me via my tiring |
| Like a leviathan, I’m here to fire them |
| Liar we’re higher than hippies retiring |
| Never Aspiring, Finna rub the chalk off the black board; |
| Please don’t tell me what I can afford |
| Never birthright-gorrilla-oh wah-war lords |
| Liquid sword swing a corner like a 4 door |
| Generation fed by Ritalin we don’t want anymore |
| (It's been getting lonely) |
| Best bring an umbrella for your girl when I walk in through the door |
| (Bleeding from the copping) |
| Said I won’t pop, won’t pop till you fall |
| See your girl drop she drop to these balls |
| My outlook on life, see they call truth depression |
| But had you all guessing from how I’ve been stepping |
| I don’t wanna be… anything less than a symbol |
| But still I wanna kill it, wanna be there to the end till |
| Mans respects, mans will get merked in a sec-end |
| Ink up on my neck its triple one to the death end |
| Say I got a gun for a tongue, motherfucker I’m a weapon |
| They don’t even know me, they don’t even question |
| I… I Know |
| I move slow |
| Please don’t go |
| Overflow |
| Bitch its — eyes low, running empty |
| My pockets locked from shady hands just tryna roll a 20 |
| You think it’s hot, but only know the face don’t know the message |
| Spend a month inside my head you’d probably fucking end it |
| (Sour you don’t know me better) |
| Every little body I done, got the best of |
| I’ma go and lick on the sun with the rest of |
| Sip up on a bottle of rum get the test off |
| Liquid in the pit of my lung that’s arrest of |
| Cardiac but back snapped |
| Cover my trace I’m eyes closed |
| With eight crystal bottles, a case and hydro |
| Piston pump in line smoke |
| Got my wrist in chains but I’m broke |
| Risk for change that I know |
| Got a blistering game of hot flow |
| Never miss the shot when I go |
| Get twisted up by god knows |
| If you see me in the thick of the cut then gung ho |
| Everyone is thrown back it’s a fact that I’m a tall man |
| Centerfold snap in my lap like contortion |
| Ripple like the nipple of nuns all aboard Triple — |
| C LXV, Double X IV Foursome |
| Break from the core, never ready for the war man |
| Coursing the halls with calls of mid morning |
| Crash tackle the mill; |
| drop bombs with no warning |
| I came to kill, you sleep in beds dormant |
| Crave that’s on me |
| Face I only |
| Smoke gone take me |
| Know my making |
| I… I Know |
| I move slow |
| Please don’t go |
| Overflow |