क्रेडिट्स
PERFORMING ARTISTS
God Colony
Performer
Stash Marina
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
AC. L. Chapman
Composer
James Rand
Composer
Thomas Gorton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
God Colony
Producer
गाने
[Verse 1]
Turn my G down for what?
Who you running from, motherfucker, what's up?
Turn my G down for what?
Fuck it, I'ma blast the shit and so I say
Turn my G down for who?
Who you running from, motherfucker, what's up?
Turn my G down for what?
Fuck it, I'ma blast the shit
[Verse 2]
I took limes from the trees that you own
I wanted to slice and dice
Just at the look of your feet from climbing so long
Don't take the pressure, make yourself better
Convince everyone that this was a safety measure
Who's safe but the bondsmen, that funny leather
Playing piano badly all because of her C-sec
You hear your waves are weak plays I deem unfit
In some jungle in some place, I found my clique
Then I start hearing sirens and rain
Bombs go off, pain inflicts
Oh shit, paper rules written on my lease
Can I live? Slap that shit out your mouth
You know better, ****
Complications with love, night, that my only worry
Journey, journey, you can't go there, they'll hate you
Hate you, degrade you, so it's nothing left to accuse me of
I'ma fucking give it to 'em
[Verse 3]
Turn my G down for what?
Who you running from, motherfucker, what's up?
Turn my G down for what?
Fuck it, I'ma blast the shit and so I say
Turn my G down for who?
Who you running from, motherfucker, what's up?
Turn my G down for what?
Fuck it, I'ma blast the shit
[Verse 4]
Putting two and two together to forget past
Woke up, ain't lit, constantly whiplash
I'm not gonna ??? my urges, bend over and shake the sass
I ain't asked to come here, shoulda left me where you found me last
Hating on me
I'm surviving and imbibing off the sun solely, hold me when you say you know me
I can't stand the fact they treating people like that
??? when you can and fucking fight back
Then I start hearing sirens and rain
Gunshots and pain inflicts
No surprise, paper rules written on my lease
I can't live, I get slapped for having big thighs
Love isn't the only problem
Fighting through the after school in the fucking final
Closing shit down, saying get out
Don't ask why my actions say fuck you
Carefree, I think, there ain't shit left to accuse me of
[Verse 5]
Turn my G down for what?
Who you running from, motherfucker, what's up?
Turn my G down for what?
Fuck it, I'ma blast the shit and so I say
Turn my G down for who?
Who you running from, motherfucker, what's up?
Turn my G down for what?
Fuck it, I'ma blast the shit
[Verse 6]
Why are you trying to take my feelings?
I hope they hear me if they 'sposed to hear me
Why are you trying to take my money?
Why are you trying to take my happiness?
Why are you trying to turn my family?
I hope they hear me if they 'sposed to hear me
Written by: AC. L. Chapman, James Rand, Thomas Gorton

