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-хопDate 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 |