歌詞
Hopped on the bed, now I'm bothered by a chain
If the Cuban's talking to me, a might get up on my lane
Just in black while we're spinning, so we never feel the shame
Got to light up when we do it so we don't get to feel the pain
Always want to talk, but you never want to smoke
If you flash another guns on your life, you are a joke
Can't be posting up with thoughts when you never ever wrote
I'll be pressed to find a shooter who'll be lacking in the soul
Hopped on the bed, now I'm bothered by a chain
If the Cuban's talking to me, a might get up on my lane
Just in black while we're spinning, so we never feel the shame
Got to light up when we do it so we don't get to feel the pain
Always want to talk, but you never want to smoke
If you flash another guns on your life, you are a joke
Can't be posting up with thoughts when you never ever wrote
I'll be pressed to find a shooter who'll be lacking in the soul
Always want to talk, but you never want to smoke
If you flash another guns on your life, you are a joke
Can't be posting up with thoughts when you never ever wrote
I'll be pressed to find a shooter who'll be lacking in the soul
Hopped on the bed, now I'm bothered by a chain
If the Cuban's talking to me, a might get up on my lane
Just in black while we're spinning, so we never feel the shame
Got to light up when we do it so we don't get to feel the pain
Always want to talk, but you never want to smoke
If you flash another guns on your life, you are a joke
Can't be posting up with thoughts when you never ever wrote
I'll be pressed to find a shooter who'll be lacking in the soul
Hopped on the bed, now I'm bothered by a chain
If the Cuban's talking to me, a might get up on my lane
Just in black while we're spinning, so we never feel the shame
Got to light up when we do it so we don't get to feel the pain
Written by: Yarovoy Nikolay
