Letra

Ohh, I never wanted, no I didn't want this for you (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My heart is haunted, and I know that you know it's true I'm gonna tell you how it started, early in the morning I was on a plane home, coming back from Poland Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah And I'm gonna tell you that when I land They better be hiding, somewhere very far away where I can't find them Don't bother calling me, you're calling on my old phone Soon as I touch down, you're running from your own home How you gonna hide that? Why you gotta lie, Jack? Why you gotta lie and tell me that you're gonna fight back? But you never fire back, fire back, fire back Yeah, you bitches never fire back I see their faces changing, now I'm on their playlist Used to do that gang shit, now it's entertainment Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like folks like— I see their faces changing, now I'm on their playlist Used to do that gang shit, now it's entertainment Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like folks like us They dont really like folks like us I remember when they didn't even know our stuff Now they're in our email, trying to open up On our shows in front row trying to hold our nuts Nah, we gon' get this money like, fuck rapping Went from slaves to kings like, what happened? We're the major thing and y'all slacking Evil made a ring, I jumped at it It's my brother, motherfucker, I'd kill for him 6AM in Poland, you know we're still pouring He need a bail from jail? I pay the bail for him Pick him up at the station inside an ill foreign Hold up, hold up, let it breathe Ain't no one gonna fuck with our Team, more bucks, more love on the scene And you'll be at the theather, you can see us on the screen Like Will Pharrel, the real Pharrel, I'm killing 'em They say I got ADD, I need ritalin Hoes on our dick and their skin colour cinnamon But what you're really getting is money - we're not interested I told NATO, "Send the record and I'll smash it" I just gotta teach a lesson to these bastards We're the real deal and I'm fed up with these hasbeens They want beef? Please send me in the address Then I'll pull up out front by myself And pull a shotgun outta sling on my belt Then let it sink 'til the page bring help Trying to throw me in the bing but I dip down south They never caught me on a camera - candid So until then I'm on a run, I'm a bandit Me and Evil caught a flight to Calabasas Clean slate, two whips, new mansions I see their faces changing, now I'm on their playlist Used to do that gang shit, now it's entertainment Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like folks like— I see their faces changing, now I'm on their playlist Used to do that gang shit, now it's entertainment Going for that viral, like walking on a tight rope I dont know I might blow, but they dont really like folks like us
Writer(s): Cole Stevenson, Gaelan Bleasdale, Stuart Reaugh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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