CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Trenches
Look
While you were too shook to show your face
I rode through hell like I owned the place
They must think I'm afraid to fail
As if I won't kick you below the waist
I didn't come this far making no mistakes, nah
Telling you I know the taste
The only thing I really got in this world is right now
So how can I slow the pace?
I gotta showcase and we both know the deal
f**k knows how we're supposed to feel
You know what the time is, vibes o'clock
So much style, man it's overkill
That's when a boy got told to chill
Then he started swallowing a load of pills
The future's never really known until you start
Losing your mind and your motor skills now
Crash and burn
That's the only way that you actually learn
When I get stressed, man I flick the ash
You man chat sh*t, no cash return
Off my own back, I'm unconcerned about this and that
About what you've earned, let me
Bring you back down to Earth
You can suck my d**k for what it's worth, now
It's funny these rappers are lying
This sh*t that they rhyming about ain't reality
Perpetual lack of respect
And acceptance has got them projecting a fantasy
These shottas will have you up rapidly
These killers will jack you up savagely
Just carrying on chatting
Until they be dragging
Your body out rivers all maggoty
I'm hoping, I'm praying mistaken identity doesn't end up as a tragedy
There's people I know who were really about it
And still they became a fatality
The story you're telling's imaginary
I hope you're prepared for the gravity
Like how would your family actually handle the news
And imagine the agony
While you were too shook to show your face
I rode through hell like I owned the place
They must think I'm afraid to fail
As if I won't kick you below the waist
I didn't come this far making no mistakes, nah
Telling you I know the taste
The only thing I really got in this world is right now
So how can I slow the pace?
I gotta showcase and we both know the deal
f**k knows how we're supposed to feel
You know what the time is, vibes o'clock
So much style, man it's overkill
That's when a boy got told to chill
Then he started swallowing a load of pills
The future's never really known until you start
Losing your mind and your motor skills now
Crash and burn
That's the only way that you actually learn
When I get stressed, man I flick the ash
You man chat sh*t, no cash return
Off my own back, I'm unconcerned about this and that
About what you've earned, let me
Bring you back down to Earth
You can suck my d**k for what it's worth, now
It's funny these rappers are lying
This sh*t that they rhyming about ain't reality
Perpetual lack of respect
And acceptance has got them projecting a fantasy
These shottas will have you up rapidly
These killers will jack you up savagely
Just carrying on chatting
Until they be dragging
Your body out rivers all maggoty
I'm hoping, I'm praying mistaken identity doesn't end up as a tragedy
There's people I know who were really about it
And still they became a fatality
The story you're telling's imaginary
I hope you're prepared for the gravity
Like how would your family actually handle the news
And imagine the agony
