Testo Soulmates & Strippers - Chillinit
Testo della canzone Soulmates & Strippers (Chillinit), tratta dall'album Ready For The Pain
Tryna find soul in a soulmate
Lookin' at the clocks like Coldplay
Ain't Barbie but still wanna roleplay
Black dress, blonde hair and a doll face
Like, yeah, she don't even wanna slide
Tell me what is on your mind
Baby girl, keep it inside
Baby girl, we never lied
Baby girl, just pick a side, yeah
I still remember your love and your laugh
With the shots of Patrón (Yeah, yeah)
Buy you the bag, now you go get the
Bag and you shop on your own (Argh)
Provided before you could buy it, but
Now you be rockin' alone (Yeah, yeah)
You sleepin', you left me in pieces
That's why I been blockin' your phone
Let's be honest, girl, I'm never honest
I'ma pop a bottle 'til the pain away
Break every promise that I'd ever promise you
That's a promise that I'll never break
2Pac on my CD bumpin', lookin' for a better day
My girl is worried 'bout me dyin' on the road
Man, some things will never change (Argh)
Now they book me for the cover
Now I'm lookin' at my brother
Now I'm grindin' like no other
This my life, I fuckin' love it
Feel like we stuck on the same page
Baby, we ain't on the same book
Feel like I struggle to make change
Baby, don't give me that same look
Went from a couple of Gs to half pounds
In the glasshouse, passed in a couple of weeks
And these days, though, I struggle to breathe
Because I don't get nothin' for free, so let my brudder be free (Argh)
You can't harm me, five racks on a Giorgio Armani
Classy, ride 'round in a classy (Skrrt)
Medusa's head like Versace
Party, bullshit, I don't need half of the bullshit
I drive through at the drive-thru (Ching)
And now I laugh at your bullshit, like
Don't look back in regret, still not catchin' my breath
And my actions reflect the heartbreak I had to neglect
Then blocked out the cash and the cheque
And I drown my pain in the money and smoke
Chase my pays and my bruddas ain't broke
Raised like that, so my bruddas don't show
All the pain like that, so my bruddas don't know
Tryna find soul in a soulmate
Lookin' at the clocks like Coldplay
Ain't Barbie but still wanna roleplay
Black dress, blonde hair and a doll face (Argh)
Heavy with the flow
I ain't really ever check a message on my phone
Tryna get the cheddar from a seven-figure quote
But I'm thinkin' it'd be better if we get it on our own
I just threw a party over at Versace
Tell 'em get the bar, pull the Henny and Patrón
Now I'm in the car seat, tellin' her the passway
Givin' me a second 'cause I better be alone
(Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop) Heartbeat
I don't really know if it's the devil or the coke
Why they wanna start me? Why they wanna harm me?
I don't give a fuck, bruh, I'm never gonna know
You just gotta ask me, I been goin' hard, G
I'ma get the cheddar just to get a better home
Yeah, I said it, I'm the GOAT, I said it, I'm the GOAT
Like, fuck me, ladies
Rack on rack in a Rangey
KD, my Achilles' torn
The street's peak and my heat is on, I go AC (Sheesh)
Richard Mille with rock, the dope AP
Roll with the XO, watch your bro rate me
Rolex, Saint Laurent, we're so HD
Yeah, brudda, what your doggy? Don't phase me (Argh)
I been stickin' to the facts (Argh)
I got shivers in a pack (Argh)
She got some quon in her wallet, no problem
'Cause I got scissors in my daks (Argh)
Pretty women on my lap (Argh)
I learnt that there's more to life
Now all of these labels fall to the table (Nah)
What they want for recording rights?
I tell 'em I ain't got a sign with a pen
Tellin' all my bruddas we gon' ride to the end
I be on a pathway 'til it's in my last day
Me and all my brothers, we gon' ride to the death
Marijuana halfway, Ariana Grande
Lookin' like a model, havin' lines on her chest
Baby, if you can't pay, use the credit card, babe
Louis Vuitton, I'm gonna buy half (Fuck)
I got the whole reef of the slang
Kickin' the goals, see me go bang
Homie, if you ain't be comin' with money
And kush we can roll, homie, don't hang
I got the whole reef of the slang
Kickin' the goals, see me go bang
Homie, if you ain't be comin' with money
And kush I can—kush I can—kush I can
Homeboy said he got good smoke
But the OGs went through the herb in a hour
Homeboy said he got good coke
Then he shows me a bag of detergent and powder (Haha)
Chopped it up then robbed the cunt
We gave head to his best friend's girl in the shower
And people swear we owe you smoke, diesel
It's lethal, it's probably why the herb's all sour
Switch it up, see you later, beast creator
Freak of nature, weed and vapour
Sleepin' flavour, chopped up on a blockbuster
Like I move ether, the credit, forget it
We don't keep the razor, tree inhaler
Cruise like Tom, I'm a top gun when I rock one
Catch air with a deep inhale, go (Ahh)
Everybody needs a favour, not me
Joey Johns, now it's get half back
I got lit from the fumes on the road (Argh)
Yeah, I been around from the start, lad (Yeah)
I'm the origin, blues and maroons (Ha-ha)
Females on a lorry like Daley
I'm goin' crazy in a room with the blow
With a Q and an O and a doobie to smoke
And the hotel staff's too stupid to know
You got some? Then I got one
Mark Waugh last ball, we did not run
Dropped one, Shane Warne when he got spun
Flippin' when I bounced with the ball, I was off stump
Now Chill's out, better chill out
Get a off cut from the field now
Blue hairs on the bud like Milhouse
Welcome to the octagon, we go (Argh)
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Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Kenneth Patrick English
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