Слушать: Hollywood Undead — Idol (feat. Tech N9ne)

Idol (feat. Tech N9ne)

Hollywood Undead

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Hollywood Undead
Hollywood Undead
Исполнитель
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Вокал
Tech N9ne
Tech N9ne
Вокал
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Вокал
George Ragan
George Ragan
Вокал
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Вокал
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Композитор
Matt Good
Matt Good
Композитор
George Ragan
George Ragan
Композитор
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Композитор
Aaron D. Yates
Aaron D. Yates
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Matt Good
Matt Good
Продюсер

Слова

I think I'm an angel, but I am cursed Riding so painful, ghost-whipping the hearse My secrets are shameful, my secrets are faithful My life is no fable, I'm an archangel Fiends and I'm filling 'em, drugs and I'm dealing 'em, pack the shit up The orders, I'm filling 'em, load the clip up 'Cause I stay drilling 'em, what did you say? Slow down, son, you're killing 'em What do you do? They look up to you A porcelain doll, an idol, a tool You dropped outta school, you're burning up fuel An angel of death, the face of a ghoul I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior I ain't your idol, kid, I'm full of hatred I cannot save you now, I ain't no savior I ain't your idol, kid I ain't your idol, kid No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol I'm gonna be killing 'em without any airplay 'Cause I dare say everything not their way Fuck politically correct and the scared way They don't want this angel demon bringing muerte Not imagining me dumping a magazine Thought that you had a dream, but really have a king But this one is splattering, battering On a mission traveling, protected by Mazikeen I'm talking extremities with enemies, obscenities to you I'm exactly what a rival is If you're not finna be my synergy infinity I'm then wishing you suicidal shit I'm homicidal, bitch, and I puff a lotta medijuana But I run up on 'em, and it got a vital kick If you're not up on the damage the Bible did, I ain't your idol, kid I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster I cannot save you, son, I ain't no savior I ain't your idol, kid, I'm full of hatred I cannot save you now, I ain't no savior I ain't your idol, kid Looking at me, well, what do you see? The vision of something that you'll never be The kingdom will come, they'll come for the king What do you want? What do you need? I'm an addict with a habit I'll blow your fucking head off Goddammit, can't stand it The look on your face, the desperation I cannot take it, I feel it again The needles are pushing up under my skin I cannot speak but the voices within That evil is good and the virtue of sin Who are you? What do you need? Are you sure you wanna be like me? Gotta pay up, nothing is free A deal with the Devil, a deal with me I ain't your idol, kid I ain't your idol, kid I ain't your idol, kid I ain't your idol, kid No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol No, I ain't your idol, kid I cannot save you, son
Writer(s): Daniel Murillo, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, George Arthur Ragan, Jorel Decker, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Good Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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