Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Icarus, artist - Wiki. Date of issue: 21.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Icarus |
| Yo, I will whore somebody |
| Or I will whore myself, one or the other |
| You choose, what you wanna be Patrick Ewing or John Starks? |
| Fuck you |
| What you want from me? |
| Tired of the fuckery |
| Conspiring, you don’t hear the violin, try again |
| I ain’t crying but I’m piloting the man |
| This is Icarus, I’m sick of it |
| I’m done trying to get to the sun |
| So I’m flying in and I am in |
| Before I start rioting within |
| Only violence that he did was on him |
| So I wilding and I’m wilding |
| And I’m wilding and I’m winding on in |
| Sip straight bottles |
| Pick licks like lotto |
| This one, that one, sip and swallow |
| Feel the shit in my bowels |
| Whoa, spit straight mottos |
| Kids live by but let me say some shit don’t follow |
| Just sit, I’m tryna get a chip |
| Tryna get it now, tryna get a grip |
| But I don’t wanna bow down to no prick |
| That extra get my secular ass some cathlic shit |
| I could throw up on my neck |
| And got to throw it up |
| We throw it up, nah, nah, we throw him off the set |
| Don’t sit around all moody, man |
| We making movies, I’m about to direct |
| I’m on special effects, any special requests? |
| If you knew me you know it’s my duty to do my best |
| Just givin' myself some neck |
| And it’s on to the next |
| What you want from me? |
| Tired of the fuckery |
| Conspiring, you don’t hear the violin, try again |
| I ain’t crying but I’m piloting the man |
| This is Icarus, I’m sick of it |
| I’m done trying to get to the sun |
| So I’m flying in and I am in |
| Before I start rioting within |
| Only violence that he did was on him |
| So I wilding and I’m wilding |
| And I’m wilding and I’m winding on in |
| Hate when Goldman Sachs coming for my cream |
| Jpeg of a rolex on my screen |
| Like I’d never wear a watch |
| I don’t know man, maybe if it’s green |
| Gave head to the hoes that was the queens |
| Butt bulgin' out their jeans |
| Those that wasn’t, yeah they knew it |
| Wasn’t buggin, just got blunted, still rolling with the team |
| Multiply, now we roll with Mr. Clean |
| Some went West Coast, started growing up that green |
| New Yorkers started pouring up the lean |
| Lookin' like, «Yo, where you been?» |
| I been blowing off some steam |
| Long Gate, that’s some place I gotta be |
| He on yay, got blow, asked if I wanna ski |
| I’m on a EO school like your mama’s weed |
| This is were I wanna be (twice) |
| So free, home girl on me |
| I swear, I swear I wanna be |
| What you want from me? |
| Tired of the fuckery |
| Conspiring, you don’t hear the violin, try again |
| I ain’t crying but I’m piloting the man |
| This is Icarus, I’m sick of it |
| I’m done trying to get to the sun |
| So I’m flying in and I am in |
| Before I start rioting within |
| Only violence that he did was on him |
| So I wilding and I’m wilding |
| And I’m wilding and I’m winding on in |
| If you felt like I felt |
| Nah you would melt my help |
| Think at best I should help myself |
| Put this shit to rest, got the greatest wealth of twelve |
| In my city so I’m worried for my friends |
| Ain’t tryna bury one of them |
| You can’t tell how well I held it down |
| Grand fury with the pen, Bill Murray of the gin |
| Only wordy with it when needed |
| You in a hurry to the end |
| But the bunny didn’t win |
| Ain’t tryna see my son just set |
| Bust in my wify, fucking out the gin |
| What the fuck you think this is? |
| We just being kids |
| 23 need a bib, you should see the way I live |
| You should see the way I (live) |
| I don’t wanna hear it, I fear it, I’m near it |
| Man, what do you expect? |
| I’m out here catching wreck |
| Like three homies passed this year |
| Are we gonna last this year? |
| I wonder what is next |
| Last year passed, we here, man |
| Last year passed, we here |
| Can’t you see I’m fucking vexed? |
| Last year passed, we here, man |
| Last year passed, we here |
| Hoping for the best |