a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

soup - fucked up كلمات الأغنية

-phone call intro-
“…i have a problem with that actually… i mean.. i definitely think that theres’.. i definitely dont think that we just live and then we die, and thats it. i think that…-sigh- i get ideas from everywhere, everything is a cycle, it happens for a reason. whether i know what that reason is or not…”
-verse 1-
i been sitting here writin, been contemplating of abbreviating, i can’t be lazy, i must perpetuate this population
above the nation i’ve been sent here to slay this, this patience, and spark hatred in the manipulated
i’ve gone numb, and like me, you can’t sleep, you probably can’t eat, can’t even brush your t–th
without getting shakes and tremors from amphetamines. and lean, that liquid promethazine…
…and i once thought that god ruled all of these f-cking people, but this place is f-cking evil and he broke the f-cking easel
and pitched the canvas and burned it under the steeple. attempts so f-cking feeble
we’ve been evil since primeval
and spinning and ringing, and binging, stumbling over everything
my mind slowly shutting, my best to keep cyphering
they said i was behind all these previous articulars, least i gett all these chatter rappers clappin like noise makers
-hook-
come through the side, nice and quiet, i go cold heart as my eyes go blind. it goes deeper, the voice inside of my head shouts out “soup don’t do it!”, but i do it instead. slide round the corner, scope and c-ck my sh-t, i open fire, in some c-cky b-tch, on some c-cky sh-t, yo spot get lit, pry back the boards and steal back my brick
-verse 2-
peep this sh-t, you runnin from me, dogin duckin down carson street. while soup and siri c-mmin at you with that arson heat
your heart is boomin and groovin goes harder than this beat
you chose your own road, stay to -ss on carson street
can’t hear me now, boy, i’m blendin into the crowd, flipin b-tterflies upout my pocket, b-tch try me now
my only disease, the desire to see you bleed, the years of bottled anger and regret made it a need
b-tch set down.. now put the barrel in your mouth, do it now, lemme guess you want me to get the spouse?
i’ve made mistakes, and got nothing much to lose, the anger from my childhood could have me choke you till your blue
don’t let me try, i’m a murderer, i’ll tell you why. finish eatin this track like its her little plucked out eyes
i wish i could remind you better, but it seem we’re out of time, and the bullet of my words was the last thing on your mind
-hook-
come through the side, nice and quiet, i go cold heart as my eyes go blind. it goes deeper, the voice inside of my head shouts out “soup don’t do it!”, but i do it instead. slide round the corner, scope and c-ck my sh-t, i open fire, in some c-cky b-tch, on some c-cky sh-t, yo spot get lit, pry back the boards and steal back my brick
-spoken outro-
i hope some sh-t was settled. some information was gathered here. maybe you can put down those headphones or that laptop, whatever it is, and look at this sh-t differently. this is a movement. b3d, be realistic and be real. don’t step on toes, don’t f-ck with people’s lives. shouts out to brando, siri (the captain), luna, bp for being one h-ll of an advocate and best friend. lex, our dope -ss manager. and frankie flex, for being a part of the movement and stayin real as f-ck and livin that b3d life… soup out

- soup

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة