Testo Heatwave - Acoustic - Mereba feat. 6LACK
Testo della canzone Heatwave - Acoustic (Mereba feat. 6LACK), tratta dall'album Heatwave (Acoustic) [feat. 6LACK] - Single
Run, run, run
You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you
Run, run 'till your face is blue
Run, run
Run, run
You better run, run, run like a demon chasin' you
Run, run 'till your face is blue
Run, run
For your momma's sake
Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
Long summer
Our summer, our winter's like summer
Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
A long summer
In our winter, they killin' niggas
See they see, see it in your skin, yeah
And they clips got the sh-, yeah
They got that heat on they hip, yeah
And they can't wait to let it rip, no, no
See they see, see it in your skin, yeah
And they clips got the sh-, boy
They got that heat on they hip, yeah
And they can't wait to let it rip, no, no
Okay, I ain't tryna die on this beautiful day
I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing your beautiful face
So I'mma run like, I've been running the streets right
I mean, run like I just missed the streetlights
I fall flat like I'm trying out for track
'Cause they beat a nigga blue just for loving that he black
My advice is, run like Obama 'fore they catch you like Osama
Better, run like a nose 'fore they catch you like a cold
He got that heater on his hip, yeah
He evil so he might just let it rip, yeah
And I know I don't owe nobody sh-
So why the fuck the coppers on my d- here, be clear
It's gon' be a long, long summer
Tomorrow's never promised and I sometimes really wonder
When they tell me keep the peace do they mean click-clack
I know we looking forward but I gotta watch my back
Run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Run, run
Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
Long summer
Our summer, our winter's like summer
Long summer, long summer, long summer
Long summer, it's gon' be a heatwave
A long summer
In our winter
And he got that heater on his hip
Clip is with the sh-
He don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click
Got that heater on his hip
Clip is with the sh-
He don't shoot to miss, click, clack
And we got that heater on our hip
Clip is with the sh-
We don't shoot to miss, click-clack, click-click
Got that heater on my hip
Who's gonna be crying
Your momma or mine
Your momma or mine
Credits
Writer(s): Marian Azeb Mereba, Ricardo Valdez Valentine Jr., Sam Hoffman
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