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Nerves
1.719
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nerves adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Xposure Music tarafından 7 Temmuz 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıScratch Paper - EP
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Çıkış Tarihi7 Temmuz 2018
FirmaXposure Music
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM62

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Throwing flashbang
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Resting my foot on your head
I just conquered your land, had to slaughter your clan
Now your fans is my fans abide chain of command
While you swallow them xans and embarrass your parents
You a pinhead ****, I'm not gonna spare you
My two cents bigger, still chirp like canaries
I FedEx zip-up, something mysterious
Not no drive by nerve agent wrapped if u curious
Got my eyes wide shut
Smoking my blunt
You a roach like my cigarette butt
Get put out, look at what you put out
You a sound cloud cutout
Calling your hood out
Wall paper gang members thinking it's good now fuck you then pull out
What am I good for
Sliding my flow in your bitch while my wood stroke
**** I could tho
****, I'll kick a doe
If it's a stick 'em all don't bring that tat-too gun rather stick and poke
I'm asking you, what got you to kill the seven men?
And I'm telling you because the cops let me keep killing them, Nick! Don't you get it?
Not everybody is killing seven people
So there must have been something in you that was getting you to do it!
Oh, you are lost, Nick!
So, explain
I was a hitchhiking hooker
Right
Right where we left off you actin' crisscross
Scrubbing like dish wash
Makes me sick, like blood clots, Chris bosh shoot at three points like Chris Paul
Use your head as a kick-off
This ain't no kids job
Point that shit spray at the ground 'til you blue in the face while you Crip walk
I don't know bout you **** my shits hard I eat these rappers for lunch while I sit far
Away from the crowd 'cause I know it, I speak like a poet
I don't wanna show it my actions heroic they stop I keep going
Beat your ass like a favor I owe you
I know I control you 11 like ocean
Got my **** around me, we scoping I'm peeping I'm posted
Like a stamp on that card you not holding, arriving some time in the postal
Written by: Alexander Pires, Jackson Wilder
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