CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Torched
Someone left the door ajar
Now I’m here to stay
Tell me who the f**k gonna face the music
More brick laying
Less screen time
Been cutting back on the daily usage
Long road for the road dogs
But the whip miles from a soap box
Got BKTs on this b*t*h
So everybody getting rolled on
Yeah
Yeah everybody getting rolled on
Checked artist credits on BMI
I’m just too kind to expose yall
I see your team with the ghosts on
And question if yall ever wrote songs
All enemiеs of mine have been studied
Plеases don’t test me I’m know it all
Got platinum songs in the vault collecting dust
If we talking bout showing up
Then yall attendance suck
Both feet on the gas peddle
B*t*h I ain't letting up
Started singing they fell in love
Came a long way from being talentless
Beat anything I was challenged in
Pressure turned me into a precious cut
Flood lights hit a flooded chain
30 city tour in a ton of states
I can't till I up the leagues from the minors
And my art come of age
Seen a ton of people plant seeds to the dream
Grow impatient then runaway
I cultivated, irrigated it
Now the growth amazing
Iove the change
Oh yeah
Been laughed at before
Been lil bro’d now the same ones saying pa** me the torch
I ain pa**ing y’all sh*t
Ford Escape, California license plate
What I’m pa**ing yall in
Take that to the chin
Laid back ‘less it comes to it
Then sh*t could get spicy
Ain sh*t sweet cause the light skin
I don’t take sh*t lightly
Curve a 10 if she like me but can’t entertain my psyche
No time for a bae
I'm too busy getting hyphee
Two full time jobs
When the f**k does he rest
Never if you on ten
T’d up like t**lest, on my friends
I’m in this sh*t till the end
I’m Gilmore with the drive
The Fillmore’s on my mind yeah
I’m still sore from the heavy lifting that I’ve had to do
But it’s fine
How many legs I got up on 'em
Sh*t resembling a whole centipede
Worry one side with the compet**ion
I been residing where the rent is free
I got brothers and I got acquaintances
That’s why nobody is a friend to me
Fam roots deeper than an evergreen
Clear us and them got a separate creed
By any means
I’m a step past seeding
In the cut with the gang gang
Damn yall can’t stop the bleeding
Them premonitions brought it all to life
For years I foreseen it
Stopped asking, had to let it be
Cause it all happens for a reason
Someone left the door ajar
Now I’m here to stay
Tell me who the f**k gonna face the music
More brick laying
Less screen time
Been cutting back on the daily usage
Long road for the road dogs
But the whip miles from a soap box
Got BKTs on this b*t*h
So everybody getting rolled on
Yeah
Now I’m here to stay
Tell me who the f**k gonna face the music
More brick laying
Less screen time
Been cutting back on the daily usage
Long road for the road dogs
But the whip miles from a soap box
Got BKTs on this b*t*h
So everybody getting rolled on
Yeah
Yeah everybody getting rolled on
Checked artist credits on BMI
I’m just too kind to expose yall
I see your team with the ghosts on
And question if yall ever wrote songs
All enemiеs of mine have been studied
Plеases don’t test me I’m know it all
Got platinum songs in the vault collecting dust
If we talking bout showing up
Then yall attendance suck
Both feet on the gas peddle
B*t*h I ain't letting up
Started singing they fell in love
Came a long way from being talentless
Beat anything I was challenged in
Pressure turned me into a precious cut
Flood lights hit a flooded chain
30 city tour in a ton of states
I can't till I up the leagues from the minors
And my art come of age
Seen a ton of people plant seeds to the dream
Grow impatient then runaway
I cultivated, irrigated it
Now the growth amazing
Iove the change
Oh yeah
Been laughed at before
Been lil bro’d now the same ones saying pa** me the torch
I ain pa**ing y’all sh*t
Ford Escape, California license plate
What I’m pa**ing yall in
Take that to the chin
Laid back ‘less it comes to it
Then sh*t could get spicy
Ain sh*t sweet cause the light skin
I don’t take sh*t lightly
Curve a 10 if she like me but can’t entertain my psyche
No time for a bae
I'm too busy getting hyphee
Two full time jobs
When the f**k does he rest
Never if you on ten
T’d up like t**lest, on my friends
I’m in this sh*t till the end
I’m Gilmore with the drive
The Fillmore’s on my mind yeah
I’m still sore from the heavy lifting that I’ve had to do
But it’s fine
How many legs I got up on 'em
Sh*t resembling a whole centipede
Worry one side with the compet**ion
I been residing where the rent is free
I got brothers and I got acquaintances
That’s why nobody is a friend to me
Fam roots deeper than an evergreen
Clear us and them got a separate creed
By any means
I’m a step past seeding
In the cut with the gang gang
Damn yall can’t stop the bleeding
Them premonitions brought it all to life
For years I foreseen it
Stopped asking, had to let it be
Cause it all happens for a reason
Someone left the door ajar
Now I’m here to stay
Tell me who the f**k gonna face the music
More brick laying
Less screen time
Been cutting back on the daily usage
Long road for the road dogs
But the whip miles from a soap box
Got BKTs on this b*t*h
So everybody getting rolled on
Yeah
