CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Off the Knob
4am and I’m twisted off the Knob, Creek, that is
Piece of this, what you don’t want
Bet you both front, you and that weakass team you with
I be in my mind where it’s bleak as sh*t
I’m down on my town on some Bleecker sh*t
It seem these days we don’t dream of sh*t if it ain’t some get rich schemin’ sh*t
I’mma reach the riches, I don’t fiend for it
But I fiend for love, even more for lust
Always ready to bust me some cheeks and sh*t
But I’m super cuffed, my predicament
I’mma need a min, when I walk in the spot I be nervous and hot, let me brеathe a bit
I’mma ask your name but know y’all is lame and еverybody know that I hate cheese and sh*t
Stuck in the crib, my recent sh*t
Tryin find peace and sh*t but I don’t have a choice cause I ain’t tryna get people sick
On some decent sh*t, while y’all outside wildin’, I think you afraid just to sit inside wit yourself for a while and yo, I need admit
I been forced to face up to a lot of habits that I built from sadness that I need to quit
I can feel the cold outside, sittin in this empty space
I won’t fill it up with lies, I don’t gotta run their race
Livin in abundant waste, I been in a one-way chase
Tryin’ to outrun my fate and I don’t even know its face
What you call a guilty pleasure that you don’t feel guilty bout?
Think you call that a good night, cravin one, it’s been weeks without
Tallyin these numbers how you quantify a peace amount?
Maybe I don’t need to count
5am and I’m twisted off the Knob, Creek, that is
Piece of this, what you don’t want
Bet you both front, you and that weakass team you with
I be in my mind where it’s bleak as sh*t
I’m down on my town on some Bleecker sh*t
Seem these days we don’t dream of sh*t if it ain’t some get rich schemin’ sh*t
Piece of this, what you don’t want
Bet you both front, you and that weakass team you with
I be in my mind where it’s bleak as sh*t
I’m down on my town on some Bleecker sh*t
It seem these days we don’t dream of sh*t if it ain’t some get rich schemin’ sh*t
I’mma reach the riches, I don’t fiend for it
But I fiend for love, even more for lust
Always ready to bust me some cheeks and sh*t
But I’m super cuffed, my predicament
I’mma need a min, when I walk in the spot I be nervous and hot, let me brеathe a bit
I’mma ask your name but know y’all is lame and еverybody know that I hate cheese and sh*t
Stuck in the crib, my recent sh*t
Tryin find peace and sh*t but I don’t have a choice cause I ain’t tryna get people sick
On some decent sh*t, while y’all outside wildin’, I think you afraid just to sit inside wit yourself for a while and yo, I need admit
I been forced to face up to a lot of habits that I built from sadness that I need to quit
I can feel the cold outside, sittin in this empty space
I won’t fill it up with lies, I don’t gotta run their race
Livin in abundant waste, I been in a one-way chase
Tryin’ to outrun my fate and I don’t even know its face
What you call a guilty pleasure that you don’t feel guilty bout?
Think you call that a good night, cravin one, it’s been weeks without
Tallyin these numbers how you quantify a peace amount?
Maybe I don’t need to count
5am and I’m twisted off the Knob, Creek, that is
Piece of this, what you don’t want
Bet you both front, you and that weakass team you with
I be in my mind where it’s bleak as sh*t
I’m down on my town on some Bleecker sh*t
Seem these days we don’t dream of sh*t if it ain’t some get rich schemin’ sh*t
