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Glitching
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Glitching wurde am 28. Februar 2020 von Lex Records als Teil des Albums Errol veröffentlicht
AlbumErrol
28. Februar 2020
LabelLex Records
SpracheEnglish
BPM81
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

(Big money brick throwers in this bitch)
Your city sick, well yo' my city sicker
When I get low I fill my soul with liquor, aye-aye
My family is all I really live for
So I don't give a fuck 'bout what you got to say today
Spillin' champagne on my fuckin' shoes
Lost my damn brain
Don't know what to do
Smokin' sticky, bitches strictly on my case (On my case)
Leave 'em wishin', I been glitchin', on a mission
We can't fuck with you, could join in my religion
Drop that pin and I will go to where you stay
(Drop that, drop that, drop that)
This that get back
Make a **** wish that he had thought about it 'fore he said it
('Fore he said it)
Brandons, Black Rock
I was on my desktop plottin' on this moment
Bitch, I'm ready (Now I'm ready, yeah)
I just drained my account, 'bout to make some more (Make some more)
Bust the pack and put it back inside a mason jar (Mason jar)
Shit get serious and I don't gotta say no more
Shit get serious
Your city sick, well yo' my city sicker
When I get low I fill my soul with liquor, aye-aye
My family is all I really live for
So I don't give a fuck 'bout what you got to say today
Spillin' champagne on my fuckin' shoes
Lost my damn brain
Don't know what to do
Smokin' sticky, bitches strictly on my case (On my case)
Leave them wishin', I been glitchin'
(Glitchin', glitchin', glitchin')
(Glitchin', glitchin', glitchin', glitchin')
When the god descend, they get reverend
They drop they head dawg
From they left me out, they get sicker than Salmonella
Granny hit me up and then tell me that I am destined
All of these lil' ****, they borin', uninteresting
Got no time to waste on that
I'm Riddick, they fade to black
Get the cash and make it stack
When I hit six, won't even bat
Put a hole inside the map
Put a hole inside the map
Your city sick, well yo' my city sicker
When I get low I fill my soul with liquor, aye-aye
My family is all I really live for
So I don't give a fuck 'bout what you got to say today
Spillin' champagne on my fuckin' shoes
Lost my damn brain
Don't know what to do
Smokin' sticky, bitches strictly on my case (On my case)
Leave 'em wishin', I been glitchin'
(Glitchin', glitchin', glitchin', glitchin')
Written by: Christopher Rose, Malik Hall
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