Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tarlo, artist - Triple One. Album song The Naughty Corner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Triple One
Song language: English
Tarlo |
Crush my… little lungs |
Hope I see you in the audience |
I don’t think this life is very fun |
Drink all night, catch eyes with everyone |
These lights they keep on whistling |
And I don’t think it’s time for this again |
Crease my pants and tie my collar in |
This old bitch lost weight and collagen (Ayy) |
Blowing up the heating on the porch side |
Breath it when she got me with that neck bite |
Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy) |
Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy) |
Blowing up the heating on the porch side |
Breath it when she got me with that neck bite |
Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy) |
Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy) |
Keep it by my bedside, on hip my bed bites |
Reaper rocking tie dye, burn that shit like campfire |
Speak it like I’m sure, she don’t wanna 'cause |
She don’t wanna die, think I saw her my… |
But I don’t ever lie, so I just tell it like it is |
Tell it like it is or you’ll get caught up in that mid draw |
Sucking on a cigarette, you could die by pitchfork |
I don’t wanna answer it, and slide it to the destroy |
I’ve seen you face before |
Walkin' through the door |
With a bright smile in your eyes |
Taking time to recognise |
It’ll never be the same |
I’m hoping for the rain |
Cleanse the ruff stuff covered us |
Enter new morn' without fuss |
Stay home, stay home, stay home |
Stay home, stay home, stay always |
Grips on my hair, hands on my waist |
Sugar in the morning with the triple ace (Ayy) |
Blowing up the heating on the porch side |
Breath it when she got me with that neck bite |
Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy) |
Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy) |
Blowing up the heating on the porch side |
Breath it when she got me with that neck bite |
Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy) |
Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy) |
We can remain dancer out here on the sand dust |
Number one romancer then treat you like cancer |
All my power to people still battling with their evils |
But you shit just isn’t fair, Lord forbid me to ever care |
And its ashes to ashes, we still both feeling like it’s mutual |
Back it on back of everything crack a fat while I’m listening |
'Cause usually I’m on the brink of failing remain to hold it together |
With spit and bodily fluid put neck and back |
Into it, I’m through it and remain to hold it |
Together and push my power to pleasure |
Just to forget what the weather is like on the other side of Kansas |
City people are pretty, tap ankles with ruby shoes |
Just to get me into the mood, not being rude |
I’m just seeing the engine like europeans, go harder than 90 BM’s |
Crack it, I’m on a mission, don’t listen to all the visions |
They’re missing a piece of brain and still flocking like 40 (Ayy) |
Blowing up the heating on the porch side |
Breath it when she me got me with that neck bite |
Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy) |
Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy) |
Blowing up the heating on the porch side |
Breath it when she me got me with that neck bite |
Don’t need her but I want her like a fist fight (Ayy) |
Bad to the bottom till my… die (Ayy) |
Crush my… little lungs |
Hope I see you in the audience |
I don’t think this life is very fun |
Drink all night, catch eyes with everyone |