Testo Afterlife - Zoocci Coke Dope feat. Priddy Ugly
Testo della canzone Afterlife (Zoocci Coke Dope feat. Priddy Ugly), tratta dall'album Anxiety
We got, we got trees, hella jets
Me no lover, me no cuff, no arrest
No need to wipe my eyes cause I've seen this before
I've lived twice, so I've seen this before
Good guy, bad guy, plain world
This time, last time, I gave em hell
If I'm stepping out the house, I need a fair amount
Not really the type to be out and about
Do my thing, I get the guap and then I'm out
If you got problems my nigga then you should air em out,
yeah
I'm really him, it's not a rumour, yeah
I drip like I'm a Barracuda, yeah
If she got ass then I recruit her, yeah
If she fuck around, I'll marry cuter
These are things on my mind
I'm a demon in these skies
I see black when I look up to the sky
It's pretty clear in my eyes, I'm a king to you guys
I wonder when you wake up and realise...
We got, we got trees, hella jets
Pop up if I wanna, you can't fuck with the finnese
Me no lover, me no cuff, no arrest
She wanna pop a pill, pop a pill, have sex
Blessed, why you getting upset?
Don't got no time, I need Pateks
Just before I stretch
Money on my head, while I'm laying in my bed
Why you getting upset?
If you living like a slave, I hope you die a king
Set your alarms, the walking dead still got some life in
them
If pain is beauty, how a scar gon' kill the Lion King?
Guess it's not a movie if there ain't nobody dying in it
I'm on a poster looking flyer than the flyer is
Fly higher kids, that's the reason that the sky exists
Third eye open, herb we smoke made my eyelids twitch
I'd tweet a god, but my keypad don't have hieroglyphs
Slaving for the change, you should be saving for the
change
It's a shame, you niggas are enabling your pain
Lot of you lames
Ain't really worth your payment or your fame
When you shooting for success, you need some patience in
your aim
Wake and bake, when I'm praying for this bacon on my
plate
Oh you the best? You better own up to the statements
that you make
To hit the target, you gonna need some training in your
aim
And tsunamis make a mess, that's why they hatin' on my
wave
We got, we got trees, hella jets
Pop up if I wanna, you can't fuck with the finnese
Me no lover, me no cuff, no arrest
She wanna pop a pill, pop a pill, have sex
Blessed, why you getting upset?
Don't got no time, I need Pateks
Just before I stretch
Money on my head, while I'm laying in my bed
Why you getting upset?
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Writer(s): Brian Lee, Adam Pallin, Ingrid Michaelson
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