yayu - retry!
[chorus]
retry that sh_t
uv can’t see what i bask in
someone saw cleaning my casket
ah sh_t, wait
do you wanna? retry that sh_t
uv can’t see what i bask in
someone saw cleaning my casket
[verse 1]
i don’t rap often enough, i should rap every day
i know i stumble creatively, thumping my brain and discovering something to say
??? altogether them letters, my sight on a keyboard putting my thumb to the page
riddle the sp_ce in between all the noises then drums with the voice of a f_cking disgrace
everything spinning, it feel like it’s out of my grasp, i can’t do nothing but laugh
i couldn’t come to a king like i know who i am but if two b_tches claim mе then cut me in half
my homies foodiеs want smoke then we cooking but we ain’t linguine, don’t work with no rats
phonies and crooks with me, best get to booking this sh_t and our movie gets shot with a mac
i come with a hammer home depot, i repeat over beats that i made with a reason and purpose, i’m tired of doing the race
b_tch, i be pulling their hand like i’m peach with the turnips, i’m leaving them stitched face
they want smoke then i’m corvo i’m there in the blue with a switchblade, needing a p_ss change
one know rappers are lacking and i’m thinking they b_tch made way
[chorus]
retry that sh_t
uv can’t see what i bask in
someone saw clean in my casket, ah sh_t
clanking them ratchets, you could get swiped, no matches
i cannot cope with that madness
with sadness look at my taxes
retry that sh_t
uv can’t see what i bask in
someone saw clean in my casket, ah sh_t
clanking them ratchets, you could get swiped, no matches
i cannot cope with that madness
with sadness look at my taxes
[verse 2]
b_tch i came to set the tone
if you think this sh_t is funny, get the f_ck off of my post
i got people in my circle that’ll turn you to a ghost
i know twitter got you thinking that you gotta do the most
b_tch you post about how you posted that’s how you get sent to your mama in the postage
what the f_ck you smoking?
talking down on gang you a gram you get broken down
my homies ain’t joking they don’t feel no emotion
pretty boy i’m flacko sh_t
homie tried to call me fat when boy thats said cause i really gotta rock yo sh_t
brodie acting cheesy, he get chipped like a nacho, b_tch
boy you f_cking ugly, so i know that that is not your b_tch
and the rapin boost the confidence
and this rapin boost the confidence
[intro]
hardest part is realizing that you don’t need a reason to rap
so your music means exactly the same as everybody else’s
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
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- louise talma - one need not be a chamber to be haunted
- conki, anthony lazaro - coffee cup
- fernanda takai - não creio em mais nada
- patio solar - aves del carnaval
- randy prozac - dab on the gas chambers
- devinho novaes - se mordendo de raiva
- kem'yah - know thyself