CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Mama
Trey, can you f**king stop?
Time for action, baby
What a time it's been
Seen a crime or two committed
Whether dim or genuine, slim thick
I'm right brained but I'm liberal
I'm writing bars in this cubicle
I'm tryna find a f**king hobby except reversing the crucible
Got that dreamer Cudi swerve
Kia Soul and a dash
Think it's gross, run you over, attack
You spew the brains and the gore
And they say "No, b*t*h, I'm Igor"
Blooming like a flower
No, f**k this stupid metaphor
No, it's not an indie album
As a concept, real sh*t
Never leave through windows
We gon' be this big
No, it's not a debut project
At least with my mindset
King has arrived, we make your burger charred
Keep a record flowing song to song
Bong to bong, they'll bump this sh*t from off to on
Like a switch that got stuck
Lights flicker, ain't got time for that
Let it go to strobe and then we bite back
I'm talking to you (Talking to you)
Who is your crew? (Who the f**k?)
We come up, rap beats and bars, present to you (Merry Christmas!)
Why ain't you talk? (Why ain't you talk?)
Been cashing the stock (Cashing the stock)
You say we ain't got rules and tools
Nothing to do (Do your chores, b*t*h!)
I'm rhyming me with me, it with it, still sounds right
Not the most lyrical and it ain't tight (It's all good)
They say to do great things
And then to live my f**king dreams
Give me the truth of the matter
At least I've got some funny memes
Time for action, baby
What a time it's been
Seen a crime or two committed
Whether dim or genuine, slim thick
I'm right brained but I'm liberal
I'm writing bars in this cubicle
I'm tryna find a f**king hobby except reversing the crucible
Got that dreamer Cudi swerve
Kia Soul and a dash
Think it's gross, run you over, attack
You spew the brains and the gore
And they say "No, b*t*h, I'm Igor"
Blooming like a flower
No, f**k this stupid metaphor
No, it's not an indie album
As a concept, real sh*t
Never leave through windows
We gon' be this big
No, it's not a debut project
At least with my mindset
King has arrived, we make your burger charred
Keep a record flowing song to song
Bong to bong, they'll bump this sh*t from off to on
Like a switch that got stuck
Lights flicker, ain't got time for that
Let it go to strobe and then we bite back
I'm talking to you (Talking to you)
Who is your crew? (Who the f**k?)
We come up, rap beats and bars, present to you (Merry Christmas!)
Why ain't you talk? (Why ain't you talk?)
Been cashing the stock (Cashing the stock)
You say we ain't got rules and tools
Nothing to do (Do your chores, b*t*h!)
I'm rhyming me with me, it with it, still sounds right
Not the most lyrical and it ain't tight (It's all good)
They say to do great things
And then to live my f**king dreams
Give me the truth of the matter
At least I've got some funny memes
