mgkTherapy歌词-查字典简谱网
当前位置:查字典简谱网 > 歌词 > 正文

Therapy

作者:
mgk
风格:
歌词
上传时间:
2016-12-29

  Therapy - MGK

  I've known kells since I was like eleven

  Since like sixth grade you know what I mean

  Kells held me down a lot my cousin held me

  Down a lot and that's really

  it people fall off real quick when

  You're in here

  Ay tell'em imma need a minute, damn

  My heads fucked up I be thinkin' jail whenever hear'em

  Say they need a sentence I be in the booth zoned out

  They say they just need a couple lines and

  The years on the road got me thinkin' blow

  Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time

  See there I go, somebody this drink from me,

  I love my bitches oh

  Please god don't let them take none of the paint from me

  And since you need a filler for the dead space

  Sorry I had to get my head straight one of the homies back

  Home caught a fed case

  And how I'm suppose to feel

  when I'm in hollywood trynna get

  A couple mil and I just got a call that my dawg got killed

  And maybe it wouldn't have happened

  if I wouldn't have been

  Out here but and still even back when dub had a job cuttin'

  Steel even back when we was on the block up the hill up

  Hundred thirty first there was blood gettin' spilled

  I ain't re-invent the wheel mothafucka

  This is how it is where I live mothafucka

  Semis and blue nose pit mothafucka

  Just in case they run up in the crib mothafucka

  Got kids mothafucka

  Fuck you think you knew about me?

  Got a question? I don't even want to talk to you ask them

  They the ones that grew up around me

  Kept it 100 percent same crew till the end, kells

  It's deeper than that you know what I mean

  In so many years and all the shit we been through

  That's definitely my brother

  I do for him, he do for me

  And it was always like that ay shit changes

  Same mothafucka we grew up with we're still boys

  He never really been for the bullshit he's one hunned

  Imma need about an hour

  And a first class ticket wait

  Make that a jet and a champagne shower

  Oh I ain't rich yet

  Fuck it I can make a dollar inna dream, work

  I was on the cover of double XL I ain't talkin

  bout the big T-shirt

  Lace up I'm finna run circles

  round squares in these nike airs

  Finna go hard with my dawgs that were right there

  Finna treat songs like a mothafuckin' pal

  And flip an empty house to a mothafuckin' crowd

  Know what I'm talkin' 'bout yes sir

  Errbody better pay respect yes sir

  I be in the land with a steel tecsture

  I object and a ways that they test first

  Bitch I'm from the east side, east side

  Watch first 48 I owe nobody just know I rep, rep OH, get it?

  Fuck it if you don't I'm just ventin'

  like I use to do like these

  Rappers I will never mention how stupid are you to think I would

  Give you my attention when you nothin'

  but a peasant and

  I am a fuckin' legend can you feel that?

  Once we got our highschool they were teachin' shit

  So we would just go do whatever get some money do whatever

  We was always scared of kickin' it though

  Kids would want to battle and shit you know what I mean

  Like he said he wanted to rap so he would push into random

  Battle at school you know what I mean

  I just knew one of us would would

  make it in something you

  Know what I mean and I just felt that

加载全文
收起
下一篇:World Series
推荐文章
猜你喜欢
附近的人在看
推荐阅读
拓展阅读
相关推荐
猜你喜欢
乐友都在找
小编推荐

站内导航
总谱
圣歌类
口琴谱
民族类
音乐视频
钢琴谱
简谱
尤克里里谱
流行类
外国类
少儿类
笛箫谱
格式
风格