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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucille Crew
Lucille Crew
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Covington
Joel Covington
Songwriter
Ross Allen
Ross Allen
Songwriter
Isgav Dotan
Isgav Dotan
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isgav Dotan
Isgav Dotan
Producer

歌詞

And yep motherfuckers Is mad here Shit so live they Wildin' everyday They trip out douce'n i can't front cause i be lunching out On some bullshit too sick Trapped in the pits with no exit What a motherpuka Gotta do to exist No stress with a grip when hell is above Realz in the midst And the hole below So can I just stay on my push and go Pro in the flesh Where I found on my set Where they do for The death On fret for the assets At best with the excess So with madness they found Success But y'all don't hear me though NO Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Got me shaky Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Got me shaky For the 007 It's the double O stacks With the Double O brethren Who found vice In the Vicodin That Oxycontin got them flying high On that Xanax Back to my psychosis It's That beautiful bliss so pornographic With the Apathy If I'm a sociopath What could you ask of me If my ink prints Don't explain my Agony Straight jackets For pageantry If i Slide on leans with it make me a casualty Spring leaves, burning trees, all the voices in my Head Fallacies Well welcome to a madman's Gallery Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Got me shaky Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Got me shaky Whether a Weather-Man focused his letter-head Straight on the weight of the Devil that's overhead Maybe he cast for the paper - the bread Not the one that was read but the one in the wallet-stead Powers of Government hover above With a reason to say they're the right ones to judge Like a bully, a fat-fucker that just won't budge And we've nudged and we've pushed and we're pullin' the plug YO FUCK THIS BULLSHIT Cops steady shooting down people in streets Fucking choke 'em for loosies and saying the heat Of the urban is equal to evil in speeches From people like Trump with the Church and the Steeple So now we just fed up and sick of the hits So we lurk in disguise And we rise on the shit what And we rise on this shit what Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Got me shaky Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy Got me shaky Struggles off the ropes lately Crazy
Writer(s): Isgav Dotan, Yossef Adi, Ross Weems Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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