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Zedz
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zack Fallon
Zack Fallon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Filthy Gears
Filthy Gears
Producer

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Please don't ask why I'm stressed out
I'll probably lie and tell you I'm bless now
Half me wants quiet life
But the other half wanna try and be the best out
Got tunes from when I was fresh out
Of the tin can that I probably should send out
Last week I was out in Spain
Not one bit of rain, bare gyal with their chest out
Bare 20 somethings with their breast out
Girl l been seeing's all vexed now
Told her, don't ask but she does
So there's a few details that I just left out
I would tell bro, know he'd wanna know
But I also know that I'd get clowned
They were both friends, man, I ain't proud
But there's no evidence, nothing that can get found
Some of my plans fell out of my hands
And it's mad cos I had them all sketched out
Grandma passed last year
So, I know I gotta live and make her dead proud
Wanna talk bout how I feel sometimes
Then I clock that it's best that I said nowt
I go up north and I see my fam
Then I come back down, yeah, I head south
Got to the bar and I got bro's drink
Then he got me back on the next round
Talking about how the whole world's fucked
And how that I wish I could get out
I've got a mad story and it got gory
But trust me, it checks out
Still remember Christmas as a kid
Grandad had the hallway decked out
Back when I was innocent
These days, jump on tracks and I'm killing them
Know man say that I come from the country
But I'm on grime like man in Meridian
Jump on mic and I might get militant
Yeah, that's me man, I do due diligence
Sometimes feel like I ain't worth shit
But I sometimes feel like I'm oozing brilliance
They ain't feeling me? Cool, I ain't feeling them
Spit bars like Marshall from Michigan
Don't ask why my patience is minimum
People take the piss, times a million
Ain't ever been your average citizen
I don't like most prats, they're irritants
Feel like the day that I'll snap is imminent
But then I light up a bat and chill again
It's cool, it's calm, I'm bless again
Til my mind turns and I'm thinking of death again
Feel tired and I'm starting to stress again
Fuck sake, looks like I'm back here yet again
Have flashbacks like a veteran
Thought I was good but nah man, guess again
I ain't tryna sell my soul or set a trend
I ain't tryna lick arse hole or beg a friend
I ain't like them man, they're too smiley
Not one of them man there would stand by me
If I needed them it's unlikely
That they would be there, but that's life, G
Had to fix up my psyche
Split with a chick, I clocked she weren't wifey
I was feeling harsh, it weren't like me
Friends said, what the rass and cor blimey
Can't test or fuck with my styley
I see through the snakes, they're too slimy
Not many guys alive I rate highly
I don't watch fakes, I praise the almighty
Fuck everyone that tried spite me
It's personal, fuck taking it lightly
Like I'm a tester, pricks want to try me
Give them a half an inch and they'll sly me
Don't ask why I'm not lively
Three hours kip and I blaze bare nightly
In public man are showing no love
But in private same man want to hype me
Swing through life, I'm like Spidey
They couldn't walk a mile in my Nikes
Watched everyone turn on me like Wiley
But I still handled shit, I'm like Kyrie
Written by: Zack Fallon
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