クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rarelyalways
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricco Komolafe
Composer
歌詞
It's only right, killer
All in the span of a day
Well, God brought his best out
It's only right, killer
I'm a walter, hand on my waist
Before they wither away, rejuvenate
I got about a quarter, century of pain, recouper
I make the best in the game, I keep them sweet, vanilla
Suppose I'm the man of the game, before they issue a claim
I'ma settle it straight
Happened all in the span of a day
Well, God brought his best out
It's only right, killer
Well, God brought his best out
It's only right, killer
With every breath I could muster
I was interfacing with my day one cluster
Jotting down notes with my gloves like a doctor
I'm 'bout to operate, I'm a controlled monster
Cut, cut, cut, no space for the clutter
I'm feeling to slice with razors undercover
Didn't know she's your wife, no need for last supper
They're feeling the guy growing on the roster
Was going on slime, hold that, didn't stutter
Authenticate, know them, they can't afford that cluster
Need some advice, speed dial the instructor
Brother's a punter, lover's a hustler
Tryna break all this bread for the youngster
Tad more butter, Zaddy's a hunter
You don't understand, coming from the gutter
Slumber, you're an animal with info
Just let it burn, Usher
All in the span of a day
Well, God brought his best out
It's only right, killer
I'm a walter, hand on my waist
Before they wither away, rejuvenate
I got about a quarter, century of pain, recouper
I make the best in the game, I keep them sweet, vanilla
Suppose I'm the man of the game, before they issue a claim
I'ma settle it straight
Happened all in the span of a day
Well, God brought his best out
It's only right, killer
Well, God brought his best out
It's only right, killer
The praise is fickle, I got out the middle
Skulls on scribble, running out of patience
Liberal, views on the pickle
Look who's tryna tickle, guess relationships rekindled
Na-na-na, still standing, Lidl
Accepting life's a big riddle
Extremely hectic when I wiggle
I think I deserve a soft shell Skittle
Hotelé, occupy the ground, don't fiddle
I felt at home in Bristol
Thinking 'bout the inmates suffering from sickle
You're still family, Stuart Little
Don't try, cripple, from way back, nipple
Subject, nickel
They salivate, now I'm tryna generate generational dribble
Crystal?
Written by: Chad Baptiste, Ricco Komolafe