CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Wired
Put the money in the bag
f**k with me you get stabbed
I don't wanna talk about it I ain't trying to brag
Put the body in the trunk and the pedal get slammed
Think of somewhere hidden getting buried on the sand
Hands reaching through the walls get dragged
Demons rising up from the muck of hell on my command
I got powers no one on this earth could withstand
Everything is going all according to plan
And I don't understand
Why is everyone around me getting so mad
Everything was cool we was chilling at the pad
Now it's just like everything i'm doing is just bad
It's sad brokеn clamp and I don't give a damn
Everything I do you know I do it for the fam
I won't stop till I makе 100 million bands
Standing in the clouds dripping tears from my hand
Come around I hear it's man down
Slow drown I don't need a hand-out
all the problems never understand how
Passed out stuck inside a grey cloud
New route boy you need a new sound
New sound dead weight new words 12 rounds
No face I don't ever wanna get found
No place safe shallow grave in the ground
Where I down run em down burn the town
In the palm of my hand
In the palm of my hand
In the palm of my hand
Put the money in the bag
f**k with me you get stabbed
I don't wanna talk about it I ain't trying to brag
Put the body in the trunk and the pedal get slammed
Think of somewhere hidden getting buried on the sand
Hands reaching through the walls get dragged
Demons rising up from the muck of hell on my command
I got powers no one on this earth could withstand
Everything is going all according to plan
f**k with me you get stabbed
I don't wanna talk about it I ain't trying to brag
Put the body in the trunk and the pedal get slammed
Think of somewhere hidden getting buried on the sand
Hands reaching through the walls get dragged
Demons rising up from the muck of hell on my command
I got powers no one on this earth could withstand
Everything is going all according to plan
And I don't understand
Why is everyone around me getting so mad
Everything was cool we was chilling at the pad
Now it's just like everything i'm doing is just bad
It's sad brokеn clamp and I don't give a damn
Everything I do you know I do it for the fam
I won't stop till I makе 100 million bands
Standing in the clouds dripping tears from my hand
Come around I hear it's man down
Slow drown I don't need a hand-out
all the problems never understand how
Passed out stuck inside a grey cloud
New route boy you need a new sound
New sound dead weight new words 12 rounds
No face I don't ever wanna get found
No place safe shallow grave in the ground
Where I down run em down burn the town
In the palm of my hand
In the palm of my hand
In the palm of my hand
Put the money in the bag
f**k with me you get stabbed
I don't wanna talk about it I ain't trying to brag
Put the body in the trunk and the pedal get slammed
Think of somewhere hidden getting buried on the sand
Hands reaching through the walls get dragged
Demons rising up from the muck of hell on my command
I got powers no one on this earth could withstand
Everything is going all according to plan
