Testo Let It Bang - Big Melancholy feat. Kenny & Faceless 1-7
Testo della canzone Let It Bang (Big Melancholy feat. Kenny & Faceless 1-7), tratta dall'album Let It Bang (feat. Faceless 1-7) - Single
Pull up in the rain
Hair up in my face
Let the 40 bang
Let it bang
Catch my shell casin'
You can keep the change
You a stain
Look into my eyes
You can see the rage
Grab a blade
Let machete swin'
Ain't no time to waste
Playin' games
I ain't with that shit
Pull up in the whip
Let it R.I.P
I don't need to aim
Shoot of from the hip
Catch a clip
I don't know no names
Stickin' to the script
You a snitch
Don't be sayin' shit
End up in a ditch
Be afraid, I've got demon blood
Coursin' through my veins
Throwin' shade
You could die today
Let you fade away
Switchin' lanes
Smokin' different strains
I can't fuckin' change
I won't chase
I'ma sit and wait
Better count your days
Remember them days when you told me that
I wouldn't make and I was down bad on my ass?
Now look at me blowin' up doin' everythin'
I said I would do makin' all of this cash
It's funny how the money make you someone
But these people they wanna just dwell on your past
I'm spinnin', and spinnin', and spinnin', come get me
I'm dizzy, I'm shootin' to 'empty the mag
And I'm a God up in my city
All these people lookin' up to me
But really, I don't get it
Feelin' like, I wanna hide away
And find a new perspective
I've been tryna find a better way
But somethin' just won't let me
Aye-aye
Somethin' just won't let me
Sun is burnin' heavy
Grey my psyche endin'
Aye-Aye
Dime a dozen days goin' steady
What's the point in makin' points
If you ain't wavin' that machete
I said, "Laced it"
Heaven-sent
Demons fiendin' medicine
Bitch, you ain't gone get me
Been three years an you ain't met me
I said, "Ace it, let it rest"
Pace 'round the elegance
Choppers on 'em ready
Blowin' choppers out the chevy
I need diamonds 'round my waist
I need time to find the space
I need lines, I need fakes
I need tabs, just to taste
Gucci bags, just to break
Get a stack, just to say
I ain't fuck it up again
The only fuck up is my fate
I got way too much to do
I got too much on my list
If you loud up with your crew
I'ma slide and a dump 'em clips
Leave you cut up through them wrists
In a bath full to the rim
Then gona lie to traumatize
All of your friends and all your kin (aye)
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Writer(s): Mel Wood
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