Testo Ain't Coming Down - David Dallas feat. Buckshot
Testo della canzone Ain't Coming Down (David Dallas feat. Buckshot), tratta dall'album The Rose Tint (Deluxe Edition)
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain't comin' down, maybe I'm runnin' it
Light it up, light it up, puff that shit
If your girl playin' up, fuck that bitch
There's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go
Show you how
What goes up ain't comin' down, comin' down
Yeah
Swear I don't give a damn, eighty-five kilograms
Six-foot-two, complex of a little man
Always got somethin' to prove, nothin' to lose
Dudes just browsin' the net for somethin' to do
I'm really not fuckin' with you
If you ain't got no ambition, bro, then I'm cuttin' you loose
It's like Chris Brown chuckin' the deuce
Like nerds did with streetwear when they saw Ye chuck on a suit
Tell your girl, "Come fuck with the dude"
NZ's finest, King David, bitch, NZ's Highness
I'm in Harlem now, that's NZ's minus
Still I'm givin' New York NZ-itis
That ill, that sick, that killer, dawg
Make 'em all notice the D like I'm Zilla, dawg
Your girl eyein' my D like we been involved
It's Ray Allen for three, I could hit it, dawg
Spittin' on anyone who think otherwise
While these other dudes stay writin' lullabies
Can't sleep on my shit, keep you up at night
Can't cut the lights, but you love it, right?
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain't comin' down, maybe I'm runnin' it
Light it up, light it up, puff that shit
If your girl playin' up, fuck that bitch
There's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go
Show you how
What goes up ain't comin' down, comin' down
They say I got a hemisphere on my shoulders
Now a couple dudes actin' colder
But I got this rum and cola
So fuck them, I don't pay 'em no mind
Extend your arm to shake, I'll extend my arm for a clothesline
I ain't got no time, music is a slow grind
Co-signs don't mean shit when it's showtime
Sound so hungry, dudes thinkin' that I don't dine
You ain't busy livin', bro? Maybe you should go die
Sounds harsh, but I got friends in hospital beds
Who'd give it all to have your problems instead
So stop sweatin' the small stuff, all could be yours, cuz
I'm tryna find a place to rest my head on the tour bus
I do this for all us shy half-casts in the class
Scared to try but don't wanna come last
Who woulda thought, man? Mum thinks rap is just talkin'
Yanks mention O-Town when I say Auckland
Nah, there ain't champagne bottles uncorkin'
I'm still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen
Still doin' half the things, people just talkin'
Runnin' in shoes motherfuckers couldn't walk in, uh
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain't comin' down, maybe I'm runnin' it
Light it up, light it up, puff that shit (Uh)
If your girl playin' up, fuck that bitch (Uh, yeah)
There's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go (You know)
Show you how
What goes up ain't comin' down, comin' down (Uh)
The life of a hustler, street survivor
I've accomplished constant trials and tribulations
My patience prove I'm the D-R, we are an oasis
Face it, militant mind, criminal crime
Piece on my hip mean peace of mind
When I don't gotta see no violence
We know violence, Guyana, me no island
When I say I stay high in the trees
Eye on my enemies, dyin' to squeeze
C-O-Ps see OGs
And hope we OD but don't bring more Gs
Rats in traps they call traps
Perhaps they all black and that be all fact
But, wait, fall back, don't fall off (Why?)
Fuck swag when your dad in the black bag hauled off
9/11 Diallin', for heaven they wildin'
Milk and honey, it's funny, the devil is smilin'
With a smirk, get a jerk, get 'em work
Call 'em a C-I, see I, think this for certain
Got enough to go around
What goes up ain't comin' down, maybe I'm runnin' it
Light it up, light it up, puff that shit
If your girl playin' up, fuck that bitch
There's forks in the road
But hands on the wheel, won't let it go
Show you how
What goes up ain't comin' down, comin' down
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Matthew Iusitini, David Keith Dallas, Aaron Iose Iusitini, Kenya Barber
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