CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Vaccine
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Look!
Ayy
Haha!
I'm sick of clowns always wastin' my time
Someone tell Dax... Nevermind, waste of a line
Ain't a person in the game that is patient as I'm
I'm livin' [?], I'm playin' like [?]
This sh*t is biblical
Everything you talk about
It is so fictional
Cars, clothes, jewelry
sh*t is typical
Bulldog, coffee shop, house
With the edibles
You makin' kids dumber with your rhymes
sh*t is pitiful
Got a lotta problems
Always tryna find the route of it
'Boutta sell out the [?]
Go and Google it
Got a California king sweatin'
More then [?]
Rappin' for a decade lil' homie
I ain't new to this
Stay in hotels where the closet got a suit in it
Twenty dolla stupid sh*t
Mama say I'm losin' it
Rather play the market
And go buy a bunch of shoes and sh*t
They want me to stay humble
They want me to still struggle
But they a bunch of clowns
And they can't even juggle, hey
They can't even juggle, yeah
Lil' homie I can take you in
And I can make you win
And ball out like you Patrick Ewing
I'm not concerned with the place you in
'Cause this a marathon, not a sprint
You lil' b*t*h
Ayy!
RIP Nip, homie, TMC
These rappers dread to see me, like a DMV
I can't wait 'til I run the game like DMC
I ain't trippin' on nobody else, DMT
Ayy
Back to the regularly scheduled program
Time doesn't wait for no man
My old friends workin' dead in jobs
Doin' pills and blow man
They always said that I'll never blow, man
But b*t*h, I'm a grown man
Used to rap fast to prove sh*t
I make waves like a cruise ship
Was calm for [?], y'all want me to lose it
I'm too sick for the vaccine to do, sh*t
Yeah, yeah
Look!
Ayy
Haha!
I'm sick of clowns always wastin' my time
Someone tell Dax... Nevermind, waste of a line
Ain't a person in the game that is patient as I'm
I'm livin' [?], I'm playin' like [?]
This sh*t is biblical
Everything you talk about
It is so fictional
Cars, clothes, jewelry
sh*t is typical
Bulldog, coffee shop, house
With the edibles
You makin' kids dumber with your rhymes
sh*t is pitiful
Got a lotta problems
Always tryna find the route of it
'Boutta sell out the [?]
Go and Google it
Got a California king sweatin'
More then [?]
Rappin' for a decade lil' homie
I ain't new to this
Stay in hotels where the closet got a suit in it
Twenty dolla stupid sh*t
Mama say I'm losin' it
Rather play the market
And go buy a bunch of shoes and sh*t
They want me to stay humble
They want me to still struggle
But they a bunch of clowns
And they can't even juggle, hey
They can't even juggle, yeah
Lil' homie I can take you in
And I can make you win
And ball out like you Patrick Ewing
I'm not concerned with the place you in
'Cause this a marathon, not a sprint
You lil' b*t*h
Ayy!
RIP Nip, homie, TMC
These rappers dread to see me, like a DMV
I can't wait 'til I run the game like DMC
I ain't trippin' on nobody else, DMT
Ayy
Back to the regularly scheduled program
Time doesn't wait for no man
My old friends workin' dead in jobs
Doin' pills and blow man
They always said that I'll never blow, man
But b*t*h, I'm a grown man
Used to rap fast to prove sh*t
I make waves like a cruise ship
Was calm for [?], y'all want me to lose it
I'm too sick for the vaccine to do, sh*t
