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im that
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im that wurde am 30. Dezember 2025 von Damn als Teil des Albums Starmix veröffentlicht
AlbumStarmix
Released30. Dezember 2025
LabelDamn
SpracheEnglish
BPM78
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

This beat was downloaded from Rap Fame for non-commercial use
Rap Fame, the best app for rap, for rap
I put on my chain, went insane, stole the airplane
Again, just like the truck vanes, all ripped in vain
Of the kids in Spain, Shania Twain sings the grains
Mr. Pastor operates the crane, sniffing his cocaine
Strange to come to a picture of Lil Wayne
Flips, flips, double flips, fakie manual flips
Associates ships in the dektor, bullet ships
With an annual lunar eclipse
A bird shit on the eclipse, parked at the car lot
Flips, flips, double flips, fakie manual flips
Associates ships in the dektor, bullet ships
With an annual lunar eclipse
A bird shit on the eclipse, parked at the car lot
Paul's cruising downtown and me and I'm attempting to sin
The pastor's eyeballs, he's pointing right at me
Even his cops, he knows I'm downtown in the area section
Of the city streets, office buildings
Producing our music between falls
With Paul's location in a district skate scene
Introducing baseballs with the gloves on
Reproduction, his face from every girl in the city
To big shoes, me reviewing his Jewish jewels
In the development of spitballs
Best friends, Paul, with the skyline for a car
Viewing his new news station in the core of downtown
Losing his chocolate bars from hunger
Streets filled with peeps asleep
The song, not just the song, but the movie
Also the angels falling under the sky
And then it rained on our backyard
Flips, flips, double flips, fakie manual flips
Associates ships in the dektor, bullet ships
With an annual lunar eclipse
A bird shit on the eclipse, parked at the car lot
Flips, flips, double flips, fakie manual flips
Associates ships in the dektor, bullet ships
With an annual lunar eclipse
A bird shit on the eclipse, parked at the car lot
Reading the bible, thinking about Christ all around the jail
I wonder who was writing this, and where they were
When they wrote it, cutting a page out to roll a spliff
That's why they call it the holy bible, because it's holy pot
Looking down at Jesus and up to Joseph and Mary
Not allowed to keep bleeding, so I hit up the bus
Go downtown, find a bathroom, walk around all day
A few breaks, lots of girls, lots of guys smoking
Grab a coffee, cans of pepsi, people walking the dogs
Going to the church, but not going inside
And participating, just rocking past the pastor
Shit, I owe him that money, so I just nod my head
Don't just slow down to talk
He grabs my shoulder, I get scared, give him a punch
Tell him I don't believe in God, or anything but Jesus
All I do is read the bible when I'm bored
I didn't like church, I wish I was dead, it didn't exist
I keep lying to him for sin
So I can escape the setter, stared in front of the church
He looks away, I grab, smack a back tail on the handrail
First try, he chases, can't get close
Pushing the board until my legs are too tired
To keep pushing, grabbing stuff out of people's mailboxes
Written by: James Sherwood
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