CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Disease!
It keeps on falling, falling
It keeps on falling down
Why keep on sobby calling
I only want you now
Scotty!
Look at it falling apart
I got some quads in my Swisher, I 'member when seeds would rip 'em apart
I'm blowing sticky, I'm blowing disease
I got this shark on my shorts
Lately his shawty been feelin' on me
I pipe at his in the dark, diamonds high vis in the dark, aye
I had swim with the sharks
High fashion drip like the ocean on me
Baby just get in the car
She barely fit in those Saint Laurent jeans
She grab on my crotch for the pork
Her man just texted my phone with the beef
Perc got me bored, I sip on this drink and my power restores
Where is she at?
I bought his shawty some passes and that b*t*h is way in the back
Muscle relax
I took a percocet pill and I feel it massaging my back
Going too fast, triple up dash blow by head lights, too bright on the 401
Panic attack
b*t*hes be smoking on kush too much, green out and they throwin' up
I gotta blast
Took the lil' b*t*h to the condo, pronto, south Toronto
Love me on text, then she mad when I never say it back like edge and d**k and bono
Beat it up I'm throwing out combos
She gon' hit the hit note, soprano
Blowin' gas, propane in the sh*t
sh*t, I might blow up in this b*t*h
It keeps on falling down
Why keep on sobby calling
I only want you now
Scotty!
Look at it falling apart
I got some quads in my Swisher, I 'member when seeds would rip 'em apart
I'm blowing sticky, I'm blowing disease
I got this shark on my shorts
Lately his shawty been feelin' on me
I pipe at his in the dark, diamonds high vis in the dark, aye
I had swim with the sharks
High fashion drip like the ocean on me
Baby just get in the car
She barely fit in those Saint Laurent jeans
She grab on my crotch for the pork
Her man just texted my phone with the beef
Perc got me bored, I sip on this drink and my power restores
Where is she at?
I bought his shawty some passes and that b*t*h is way in the back
Muscle relax
I took a percocet pill and I feel it massaging my back
Going too fast, triple up dash blow by head lights, too bright on the 401
Panic attack
b*t*hes be smoking on kush too much, green out and they throwin' up
I gotta blast
Took the lil' b*t*h to the condo, pronto, south Toronto
Love me on text, then she mad when I never say it back like edge and d**k and bono
Beat it up I'm throwing out combos
She gon' hit the hit note, soprano
Blowin' gas, propane in the sh*t
sh*t, I might blow up in this b*t*h
