音樂影片

音樂影片

積分

演出藝人
Tim Henson
Tim Henson
吉他
Scott Lepage
Scott Lepage
吉他
Clay Gober
Clay Gober
低音吉他
Clay Aeschliman
Clay Aeschliman
Luke Holland
Luke Holland
$NOT
$NOT
聲樂
詞曲
Tim Henson
Tim Henson
詞曲創作
Scott Lepage
Scott Lepage
詞曲創作
Clay Gober
Clay Gober
詞曲創作
Clay Aeschliman
Clay Aeschliman
詞曲創作
Luke Holland
Luke Holland
詞曲創作
Edy Edouard
Edy Edouard
詞曲創作
Rio Levya
Rio Levya
詞曲創作
Paul Judge
Paul Judge
詞曲創作
Stephen Feigenbaum
Stephen Feigenbaum
詞曲創作
Michael Montoya
Michael Montoya
詞曲創作
Nathan Lamarche
Nathan Lamarche
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Tim Henson
Tim Henson
製作人
Scott Lepage
Scott Lepage
製作人
Zakk Cervini
Zakk Cervini
混音師
Nik Trekov
Nik Trekov
助理混音師
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
母帶工程師
johan lenox
johan lenox
製作人
Nick Sampson
Nick Sampson
鼓技師
Sean Kellett
Sean Kellett
鼓技師
Rio Levya
Rio Levya
製作人
Paul Judge
Paul Judge
製作人

歌詞

(Huh, whoa-oh)
(Fuck what these **** be talkin' 'bout)
(Fuck what these **** be talkin' 'bout)
(We gon' spark it out) ayy
(We gon' spark it out)
Fuck what these **** be talkin' 'bout
We gon' spark it out, just take 'em out
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (yuh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function they won't even notice
Fuck what these **** be talking 'bout
We gon' spark it out, just take 'em out (huh)
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (huh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent (yeah)
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function they won't even notice
Been feelin' so sick inside
Can't really feel pain in mind (huh)
These **** they stealing my shine
And all of my friends turn to enemies
Can't be friends so they try to end me
And then they came with some lil' envy
And chemically mixed with the jealousy
I don't think I don't want no friends
Lone star ****, 'til the end
I don't think I want a bitch
Matter of fact, I want me some
Type bitch to love me some
Type bitch to know I'm wrong
When she know I ain't feelin' right
Two cups Sprite mixed with ice
Beautiful when I think suicide
Eyes closed when I'm in paradise
Blood streaks comin' out my eyes
You will feel the pain inside
Feel the stabs up in my back
**** plot behind my back
But won't talk with they chest
Won't rest until I'm blessed
Bullet hole down in your head
Fuck what these **** be talkin' 'bout
We gon' spark it out, just take 'em out (the fuck?)
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (yuh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent (uh-huh)
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function they won't even notice (uh-huh)
Fuck what these **** be talkin' 'bout
We gon' spark it out, just take 'em out (huh)
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (huh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep a clip on me, if I see an opponent (yeah)
Driving a foreign and they think that it's stolen
Pull up at the function they won't even notice
Written by: Clay Aeschliman, Clay Gober, Edy Edouard, Luke Holland, Michael Montoya, Nathan Lamarche, Paul Judge, Rio Levya, Scott Lepage, Stephen Feigenbaum, Tim Henson
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