Testo Darkside - Impatient
Testo della canzone Darkside (Impatient), tratta dall'album Darkside
Giddy up piggy we opposite
Many times died for the fuck of it
Sky don't shine feeling lost a bit
Grew up with a mind you don't wanna dip
Man I wanna die in a mosh pit
High off my head spitting purple shit
99 times lost myself a bit
Sandbox trapped in my room bitch
Fuck you I won't do what you tell me
You bashed my blood and you wanted to sell me
Held me against the fuckin mirror and
Heavy handed man stole my innocence
Couldn't even write told the basics
Pick a pill like I'm ill in the matrix
Backstabbed fuck watch me make it
I can't even ride with a main chick
Poppin them pillies get silly
Guilt tripped hurting them biddies
Drop a xan forgetting them feelings
Can't stop thinking about titties
Empty your pockets we'll fill them with bullets
Then reload the clip to the fullest
I'll take your deposit and make it my profit
Like politics keeping themselves a bit
Listen There's something we gotta get
Put on your mask we don't break a sweat
On the street just like a silhouette
Aye text the plug is he here yet
So pull up pull up man set up our trap
Call up the man that stole us some gwack
Knife in my hands my bro in the dark
We sent him a text and we wait in the park
I see his whip and I checked he's alone
Little he knew that he wouldn't come home
All the sudden he saw something was wrong
Seconds later and our cover was blown
This motherfucker still couldn't tell
When I asked him does he even sell
He tried to dip, it didn't go so well
Stabbed in the rib and I sent him to hell
You in quarantine we move in serpentine
Talking pounds of green then I intervene
And after the act I was headed up north
Paranoia I look back and forth
Giddy up piggy we opposite
Many times died for the fuck of it
Sky don't shine feeling lost a bit
Grew up with a mind you don't wanna dip
Man I wanna die in a mosh pit
High off my head spitting purple shit
99 times lost myself a bit
Sandbox trapped in my room bitch
Time to confess so we put on some stress
He didn't resist when my knife's on his chest
Walk on his body and move to the next
Same move again andhe send him a text
My old homie who still owe me
Motherfucker you still don't know me
Come to meet me around 12:30
Come alone don't bring anybody
Listen there's something we gotta get
Put on your mask we don't break a sweat
On the street just like a silhouette
Aye text the plug is he here yet
So pull up pull up man set up our trap
Call up the man that stole us some gwack
Knife in my hands my bro in the dark
We sent him a text and we wait in the park
I see his whip and I checked he's alone
Little he knew that he wouldn't come home
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Writer(s): Malo Grinnell
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