Paroles Isabelle par Cemetery Drive

[VERSE ONE - CHRIS WRIGHT]
Used to used to used to chill off whitecap in my younger days
Dream I'd get it like that off a hundred plays
Only check I had on my cap, feeling something strange
Now I'm working hard, working hard got these hunger pains

Coupled with this ball and chain, I feel like cabasas
IPhone in the shop, yeah I be working in my casa
Skipping out on haircuts, they can't make imposters
Been the one and only, I ain't never been no toss up

[VERSE TWO - CLOUD MAC]
Wanna' end my f*cking life I've had enough of it
Label like Columbus acting like they just discovered this
I keep my music money online, yeah that e-P
A thou-y in a second that's a f*cking easy e-G

Like Isabelle I'll kick your ass up in this Gucci sweater
Waste away our days you only talking about the f*cking weather
Sorry if I don't reply it's just you're not that interesting
I got better things to do I'm sorry I ain't listening

[HOOK - THIAGO] X 2
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need

[VERSE THREE - MILES POWERS]
How's your day man? how's your bae doing?
Do she do that rain dance? Let's get rained on
Say no more, shit, I'll f*ck her make her cum galore
Blasting off, I nut in eye so what would I feel humble for?

2019 fam, and we can't find agreement
By now so with no pretence, admit that we some heathens
Yea I'm steady preaching, but ain't nothin what the pastor say
Titties nice, ass is great, swear ‘fore god tho passion fade

Except for this shit, repetition for my betterment
Chilling bitch you, bet I been, run and f*cking, tell a friend
I don't need no inspiration I got years of ideas
A legion of my worst lines would kill off what you got
[VERSE FOUR - WHYANDOTTE]
Stay dead boys, that's what I'm about nigga
Rick James four words, f*ck your couch nigga
I just took a piss and I saw monster coming out nigga
I got white fans, so I should probably stop saying this word
From cradle to the grave, mind state stayed the same
Get the cheese, dirty rat on the race, turn this meeting to a rave
Could you please f*ck up of my way, give me 22 feet
That's 11 young rambunctious monsters stomping your ass to this beat

God damn I can't contain it, thank god I do not plan to
Underground like a Diglett, blending in like a Sandshrew
It's the yellowman, no deejay though, you a busta, CJ hoe
Dotte did his dirty deeds now it's for he go home

[HOOK - THIAGO] X 2
Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need

Can I help you?
Can I help you?
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
Tell me what you need

[VERSE FIVE - THIAGO]
Bitch it's ticky, ticky awg
Really getting off
I ain't f*cking with you itty bitty dogs
I ain't really trying to feat on shitty songs
I ain't really trying to read a shitty blog
I been like this since 1964
23 but inside I'm 54
Grumpy cat, everybody piss me off
Grimy rap, yeah shit is wishy wash

Do the dishes, do the dishes
Yo my shit been piling up, I'm tight as f*ck, the food is sticking
Who would listen to a slob like me? Ai que nojo
No predictions of the god i'll be
That's why i told you I'm a beast

Please don't make me show my teeth
I been biting off heads
I ain't brushed my shit in weeks
I just need a stick of gum
You just need to get it done
Coming up with these excuses
Don't waste time thinking of one
We hit and run this shit