Adrenaline - Wombat & Devlin: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Wombat & Devlin

Adrenaline

904

Hip-Hop/Rap

Adrenaline was released on June 26, 2020 by Independent as a part of the album Adrenaline - Single

Song Details

AlbumAdrenaline - Single

Release DateJune 26, 2020

LabelIndependent

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Wombat

Performer

Devlin

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Lucas Gérard Henri Genaud

Lucas Gérard Henri Genaud

Songwriter

James Devlin

Composer

Samuel Phillips

Samuel Phillips

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Nerve

Mixing Engineer

Pez Otb

Producer

Lyrics

(Pardon D.U.I.)

Yeah, adrenaline, and another match and a pen

I guess I'm makin' other rappers irrelevant

If you want war, then fuck it

I'm clashin' with ten of 'em

But them crack heads are delicate

Facts are developin' natural intelligence, rappers are jealous

That Wombats back on the track and ahead of 'em

Act like the devil will crash from the heavens, that's Genesis

You'll get slapped for the hell of it

Back like I never left

Better yet, I'm back with Devlin

Naught' like a match, is it actually evident?

Learn all the facts, I could burn 'em to ash

And the tracks will be evidence

I've been actin' a mess when I smacked up my head again

As I'm kickin' back in the Meriton

Filmin', gettin' gassed up

Talk shit, then you're gettin' smacked up like it's heroin

I've got no love for a foe now

You get shown up in a show down

Or you get blown up all because of what you wanna post up

Put your phone down

I'm known in my home town no doubt, wasn't easy

'Cause I've grown up where the fiends be

I ain't phased by a fed but I bet when you see deez

And you throw love like a PC

Young MC, man, I rep with the veterans

Young MC and I rep with the legends

Young MC then I step to a set

And I get ten mills but don't get upset just accept it

Then I'm on to my next bitch

I don't want her friendship

I just want sex, with a lot of fake love

I just wanna take drugs and exit

That's a break up like Brexit, jeez

I ain't ever place as a runner-up

Like a race in the mix with the chaser, I'm raisin' another cup

First, they hate, then later they suckin' up

When I rock beats, you just wanna compete

Get a cup of concrete, yeah mate, better toughen up

All these cunts wanna claim they came from the gutter

You came from your mother, cunt

Bring the rhythm, my son

Send ginge 'round the world like filly as fuck

It's the U.K. killer with the Wizard of Oz

No yellow brick road though, oh no

Came from the road to soul, cold them in a frost

There's many amongst them on the concrete

You don't wanna write top, no, you want beef

'Less you're ready for a murder or loss

Oh gosh, when I ran up on the record

Every M.C. came in a strong like metal guess level

Please go ahead, be a rebel

Dare that you dabble with the devil, no way

You been on that

Jodie Foster in Contact

Fuck the world, I'm beyond that

Somewhere that I can't be seen in a machine

So high I forget where I'm lost at

Yo, Wombat

Hop on the fly in Australia and meet me in Transylvania

And we'll kill these suckers for real

These fuckers are in for a major

When Australia back in the day

Make a mic man wanna start backin' away

Not the moon won't move, don't be in my place

Don't screw, get rude, or be in my face

I'm boozed up, I don't give two fucks

And I get who's up, I just wanna do stuff

When I bring goons up, then you'll get moved up

No promotion, of course you frikkin' wait

When I move like hi Bamalat for the at pack

Would've every bad idea in my brain

Devlin, you know the name

Now play the collab or the track is weighed

Some cunts wanna act, but I ain't on that

When I been bashed had a gun to my head

Then smacked with a baseball bat

But still stand staunch, I could face all that

I was never phased or afraid of a scrap

Too many fake MCs wanna claim their this

Wanna claim their that

But they ain't on shit

Is it fake or fact?

I could take on an arm

And move arms in the military

March in the Middle East

Spark up my inner beast

And release it and charge on a killing spree

Harsh, but it's hard to believe it

I'm just after some inner peace

Too much drama, I gotta get far from the misery

'Cause I just wanna kick back

Master of wizardry, sharp with delivery

Who, what, where that he want it

There's a millie in my mind

Topics in my psychotic mind rottin'

Any given time

Well, I'm fightin' to find logic

And I don't think I'm gonna find it, wait

Did someone put this stuff on my eyelids?

Step back, liar, I'ma laugh at the side-kicks

'Cause all I see is fire inside this

Boof on a racket

Two blue ticks, man you get the message

Can't be killed with a voodoo blessin'

You's can't feel these boots that are steppin'

And I wouldn't wanna do it again

But if I did, then I'd do it the same

I ain't stressin'

Still carryin' a flame for the boys

Of the East Side of the river Thames of Essex

Written by: James Devlin, Samuel Phillips

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