CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Resurrect
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're f**ked if you think I ain’t want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're f**ked if you think I ain’t want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Imma flop like cruncher
Imma drop like under
Imma swap my sister
Imma stop big brother
I’m stuck with my family
But I chose my homies
Grab that Grammy
None of y’all really know me
But I own me
Y’all owe me
Tryna be David Bowie
Yeah
Who let the dogs out, this the dog house
Turn this sh*t up loud so we can crawl out
Tryna space out, shut the brain down
Overthinking for a minute gonna meltdown
We on top the race, I can’t feel my face
Like it’s the weekend b*t*h and it’s a Thursday
I sleep at mid morning, you got a kid crawling
You still out here getting carded for milk bottle
Spicy amatriciana got me tripping out
Take her to the Benihana now she putting out
Peel her off me ‘fore I gotta lock it down cos I’m
Too young to be caring for a child like
Pull up at my table imma shout a sake
Flying high like a phoenix yeah I’m feeling like I’m Joaquin
I’m a free bird, first flight like Rocky
Get me out ASAP (ASAP)
Counting prayer beads, we ain’t sanctified
Praying for a higher being fore we’re crucified
Fill a lake with holy water gonna need it
666 on hoodie boy I gotta heed it
‘Fatuated with the finer things I’ll never have
Earning money just to spend it on another gram
Or flying out to see the people I’d never meet
Empty promises you know where I’ll be all week
All encompassin’ all around me
Flash back to times ‘fore you found me
I'm just tryna make it it easy to suppress the thoughts
Stead of looking to the past to progress my heart
Feared death so much I started living life
Flying over five ways while I fantasise
Nothing cuts deeper than a papercut
But how deep when your cut dries up b*t*h
Oh you're f**ked if you think I ain’t want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Keeping track of your wrongs when they all collect
Oh you're f**ked if you think I ain’t want it bad
Left me dead in the grave now I resurrect
Now imma pull all my blood out the southland
Imma flop like cruncher
Imma drop like under
Imma swap my sister
Imma stop big brother
I’m stuck with my family
But I chose my homies
Grab that Grammy
None of y’all really know me
But I own me
Y’all owe me
Tryna be David Bowie
Yeah
Who let the dogs out, this the dog house
Turn this sh*t up loud so we can crawl out
Tryna space out, shut the brain down
Overthinking for a minute gonna meltdown
We on top the race, I can’t feel my face
Like it’s the weekend b*t*h and it’s a Thursday
I sleep at mid morning, you got a kid crawling
You still out here getting carded for milk bottle
Spicy amatriciana got me tripping out
Take her to the Benihana now she putting out
Peel her off me ‘fore I gotta lock it down cos I’m
Too young to be caring for a child like
Pull up at my table imma shout a sake
Flying high like a phoenix yeah I’m feeling like I’m Joaquin
I’m a free bird, first flight like Rocky
Get me out ASAP (ASAP)
Counting prayer beads, we ain’t sanctified
Praying for a higher being fore we’re crucified
Fill a lake with holy water gonna need it
666 on hoodie boy I gotta heed it
‘Fatuated with the finer things I’ll never have
Earning money just to spend it on another gram
Or flying out to see the people I’d never meet
Empty promises you know where I’ll be all week
All encompassin’ all around me
Flash back to times ‘fore you found me
I'm just tryna make it it easy to suppress the thoughts
Stead of looking to the past to progress my heart
Feared death so much I started living life
Flying over five ways while I fantasise
Nothing cuts deeper than a papercut
But how deep when your cut dries up b*t*h
