Testo NO STRINGS - 22 Wolf
Testo della canzone NO STRINGS (22 Wolf), tratta dall'album NO STRINGS
I'm comin' through I got that grip up on my waist though
Slayin' hoes, I do the most, I get the bread, dough
Trust no soul, I speak my woes, and I got tons of ammo
Secret life I stay lowkey, that part of me you'll never know
Front to back and side to side gather 'round me
Fuck a hater, fuck the fakes don't come around me
I flip a switch and get to ragin', ain't no boundaries
Pound for pound, bitch I'm the king, they better crown me
I got knives for my eyes, dagger for a tongue
Cut right through the lies, go and leave 'em stunned
No matter what I try, heart's gone numb
I want you all die, what have I become
Hit 'em up, they don't give fuck about me
Fuck 'em up, gonna come out hot and swinging, they'll see
Batter up, swing and send you to the cemetery
Out of luck, all y'all gonna make a villain outa me
Stomach feels like acid from a battery
Get em buried six feet, meet God through means of me
I'm a go and break knees, I am sick of these
Fake sympathies and deficiencies
I'm gonna break the peace on some killing sprees
I'm hectic, now y'all out of luck and I'm about to get the fuck out
Fuck that, I'm a run the town out, violence is the answer, no doubt
All the hamster wheels are spinning, people in unknown
Rodents think they're moving, convinced that they run the show
I'm reckless, I don't give a fuck and I'm about to flip the fuck out
Get the fuck out my way, I'm a rip your fucking heart out
Hard out of this life when I can leave, fuck this, I'll just go
I ain't got no strings attached, I'm sick of this dumb puppet show
I'm comin' through I got that grip up on my waist though
Slayin' hoes, I do the most, I get the bread, dough
Trust no soul, I speak my woes, and I got tons of ammo
Secret life I stay lowkey, that part of me you'll never know
Front to back and side to side gather 'round me
Fuck a hater, fuck the fakes don't come around me
I flip a switch and get to ragin', ain't no boundaries
Pound for pound, bitch I'm the king, they better crown me
I'm hectic, now y'all out of luck and I'm about to get the fuck out
Fuck that, I'm a run the town out, violence is the answer, no doubt
All the hamster wheels are spinning, people in unknown
Rodents think they're moving, convinced that they run the show
I'm reckless, I don't give a fuck and I'm about to flip the fuck out
Get the fuck out my way, I'm a rip your fucking heart out
Hard out of this life when I can leave, fuck this, I'll just go
I ain't got no strings attached, I'm sick of this dumb puppet show
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Writer(s): Cameron Sherman
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