Go Wrong
Title | Go Wrong |
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Artist | Tiger Tchakounté |
Album | Try This At Home |
Release Date | 2020-06-19 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Chorus] Don't know what’s the date Don't know what's the case Send a telegraph, whole float is on the way It’s about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong Don't know what's the day Don't know what's the place Tell the group chat, whole float is on the wave It’s about to go wrong It’s about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It’s about to go wrong [Verse 1] I see a couple of red I see a couple of blues I see a couple of dead You didn't see on the news It's in the back of my head Pebble stuck in my shoe Little stain on my shirt Over-time at my work Rally on, buddy, I got cases like Melly I get cheques for your necks, dead bodies fill my belly See the mud on my crocs, see the snow all in my socks Dirty footing but you goners if you stepping on my docks East-side nigga but my flow is quite pacific Dirty laundry in the closet, ain't no need for no specifics Grab your P’s grab yo Q's And you stay away from mine Clean your Specks on your Shoes And you stay away from mine [Chorus] Don't know what's the date Don't know what's the case Send a telegraph, whole float is on the way It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong You might also like[Bridge] Ichi, ni, san, yon [Verse 2] Who you tryna beef? Why you tryna bleed? I'm Hancock, you deceased if I decide to sneeze Phony niggas in the list of all my allergies Throw you down the Mount olympus with no fucking skis Gotta keep my day job, so step out the way And my Mama told me no fight, so get out my way Got a katana and that bitch slice, leave the blade with no stain And I always call shot, even if I got no aim Nope, nope, you don't want no trouble with me My name ain't Chance but you don't want no problem with me I got some people from my metro to the GTA They call my name when they run out of cheats on GTA So why you wake me on Sunday? I was eating pussy last night like a Sundae Wasn't planning slaughtering you niggas on the runway Pray there ain't just weapon from your fiction in your gun safe [Chorus] Don't know what's the date Don't know what's the case Send a telegraph, whole float is on the way It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong Don't know what's the day Don't know what's the place Tell the group chat, whole float is on the wave It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong It's about to go wrong |