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trippie redd – time travel (ride for this) [demo] كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
yeah, when i die, leave my chains on
when i’m alive i roll it, light it, smoke
it get me high, but that’s just how i brainstorm
ain’t this what we made for?
light a blunt, jump on a cloud
and then i fly away, and i can make it rainstorm
i been up, this day four, choppin’ up cocaine more
pullin’ out in that wraith car, pistol in the side door
what you feel alive for?
this ain’t what we cried for, this ain’t what we died for
keep a missile, that’s my sidearm (keep a missile)

[pre_chorus: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
leave out the crib, in all black, with a mask, got me feeling like christian bale
i gotta cross out the faces on pictures, ’cause everyone dead or end up in jail
f_ckin’ this b_tch from the back, but i won’t say a namе, ’cause i do not kiss and tell
know that i’m heavеn_sent, but off the medicine, b_tch, i might just give ’em h_ll

[chorus: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
we gon’ ride for this, they gon’ die for this
back outside with this
change your mind with this
we gon’ ride for this, they gon’ die for this
back outside with this
change your mind with this
don’t got time for this, out my mind for this
too one_sided, b_tch, gotta see both sides of sh_t
it’s for life with this, it’s on sight with this
we got sights for this, got my stripes from this
[verse 2: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
when i die, put my gang on, they know where my grave goin’
bury me back in cleveland inside of the coffin sleepin’ with the fangs on
i’ma real demon, keep a chainsaw
might f_ck this b_tch with my chains on, i don’t ever let the money change all
i was high as f_ck, in the ozone
she was high as f_ck off the unknown, she gon’ blow like a trombone
we gon’ let off the drumroll (grrt, doot, doot, doot), that’s a drum solo
i’m nemek with the sh_t, i heat up with the sh_t
i’m hittin’ like i’m derek jeter with the sh_t, i’m sleepin’ with the sh_t
i’m paranoid keep me a reap up in the sh_t, they creepin’ with the sh_t

[pre_chorus: machine gun kelly, trippie redd]
leave out the crib, in all black, with a mask, got me feeling like christian bale
i gotta cross out the faces on pictures, ’cause everyone dead or end up in jail
f_ckin’ this b_tch from the back, but i won’t say a name, ’cause i do not kiss and tell
know that i’m heaven_sent, but off the medicine, b_tch, i might just give ’em h_ll

- trippie redd

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