Inside Out
12,108
Hip-Hop/Rap
Inside Out 由 Artist Partner Group 于 2024年11月8日 发行,作为专辑“ANIMALS ONLY (ICE COLD)”的一部分。
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Valence
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舞蹈性
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能量
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BPM80
歌词
[Intro]
Rambo, chapter twenty-six, verse twelve
Fox is me and I am Fox
We are Drillz, we are Animals Only, we are one
If thy man want to live, then thy man shall not go against the grain
Thy man shall not go fucketh with the opps
Frr, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow (Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Frr, frr, frr (Y'all thought it was over? It ain't over 'til he say it's over)
Bitch, bitch, ah, ah (Y'all know what the fuck goin' on, big BabyChiefDoit, man, 26 12 shit, bitch)
Bitch, move, bitch (Zoo Life ain't a game, it's a lifestyle, Big Drillz, Animals Only, uh, slatt, slatt, slatt)
[Verse 1]
Please don't chase it, you won't make it to ever see your potential (Not at all)
None of that clout shit matter because at the end of the day, big bait take little (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
My hate for you **** is different, think he a hero, now he in the pickle (Nuh-uh)
I can't condone to a **** who play both sides, shoot the fuck out of who in the middle (Brr, brr, brr, brr, slatt)
[Chorus]
I learned from my mistakes 'cause since that day, I been slaughterin' **** (Slaughterin' ****)
My head been fucked up, I lied to you not, really pissin' in bottles, lil' **** (No bap)
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I wasn't gon' bother them ****
But why in the fuck would you bite my hand, knowin' damn well I used to father you ****? (Nuh-uh, like what the fuck?)
Slatt, just like that, it's fuck them kids, it ain't no playin' around (Baow)
Disrespect ain't tolerated, no play-play, we smack shit to the ground (Brr, brr)
Fuck it, throwin' the switch at the crowd (Baow)
Soon as you hear that, "Brr, ah, bitch, I'm hit," you better get down (Ah, ah, ah)
****, we leave shit inside out (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
I'm only famous because I had to be, don't give a fuck 'bout clout (Baow, baow)
Let's just face it, I been destined for greatness, fuck you and your doubts (Fuck you)
Y'all could suck my monkey, fuck your feelings as long as my mama and them proud (Uh, uh, uh)
My lil' cousin a junky, if that lil' boy not the field, then he up in the clouds (Brr, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
[Chorus]
I learned from my mistakes 'cause since that day, I been slaughterin' **** (Slaughterin' ****)
My head been fucked up, I lied to you not, really pissin' in bottles, lil' **** (Pissin' in bottles, ****)
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I wasn't gon' bother them **** (I wasn't gon' bother them ****)
But why in the fuck would you bite my hand, knowin' damn well I used to father you ****? (No bap)
Slatt, just like that, it's fuck them kids, it ain't no playin' around (Baow)
Disrespect ain't tolerated, no play-play, we smack shit to the ground (Shit to the ground)
Fuck it, throwin' the switch at the crowd (No)
Soon as you hear that, "Brr, ah, bitch, I'm hit," you better get down (Ah, ah, ah)
****, we leave shit inside out (Ah, okay)
[Verse 3]
Uh, why is you tender about one fish in the sea, all of 'em goin'
Spin on who, ****, spin on what? Not this block, bitch, I'ma come through blowin' (Brraow, grraow)
Would've thought that **** was dead, his ass rolled back off the Perc', he floatin'
Had to tell his mama I'm sorry 'cause I'm finna stop her son from growin' (Yeah, yeah, okay)
Slatt, gas, no brakes, see sirens, shut up, bitch, don't talk, silence (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
The streets fucked up, shorty 'nem ain't jumpin' in this shit right, the youth need guidance (They need guidance)
Brr, please stop sayin' my name, you **** be ridin' the dick, no license
Baow, bitch, would've been up so many of hats, but **** keep hidin' (Ah)
Man, I can't blame 'em, shorty in too deep, nobody could save him (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
**** know I'm quick to say fuck rap, catch an opp, I'ma chase him (I'll chase him)
I catch an opp, I'm gon' face him, bitch (I'ma face him)
Don't fall, bitch, where you goin'? Brr, baow (Come here, come here, come here, ah, ah)
[Chorus]
I learned from my mistakes 'cause since that day, I been slaughterin' **** (Not at all)
My head been fucked up, I lied to you not, really pissin' in bottles, lil' **** (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I wasn't gon' bother them **** (Nuh-uh)
But why in the fuck would you bite my hand, knowin' damn well I used to father you ****? (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Slatt, just like that, it's fuck them kids, it ain't no playin' around
Disrespect ain't tolerated, no play-play, we smack shit to the ground (No bap)
Fuck it, throwin' the switch at the crowd
Soon as you hear that, "Brr, ah, bitch, I'm hit," you better get down
****, we leave shit inside out (Ah, like what the fuck?)
Written by: Akol Ongwech, Christian Derrick McDonald, Jayden Whittier-Jones

