U
Title | U |
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Artist | Tiger Tchakounté |
Album | Try This At Home |
Release Date | 2020-07-31 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Y to the O and the U Y to the, Y to the, Y to the Y to the O and the U Y to, Y to, Y to the [Verse] Who I got is You Y to the O and the U Don't forget the name when it's time to re troop Slices of life when the knives and the eyes make em ways through yo flesh re-scrambles the soup Plug to yo Zune, run from the zoo, glue your ear to the tune Telescope rigged to the back of a coupe Lense on a sports-car, what a rare view, when I roll I just zoom Who? Ain't nobody telling Where I came from? From a pussy and a bell-end Silence when I'm yelling I ain't saying much, but I ain't here to budge So look at me stretch while I stay out of touch Woah Take a step back Growing outta frame, I said take a step back Blowing all your cards, you don't get a deck back Ain't no rules to the game, you don't get a set back What to expect, nah that ain't the quest, bro How to respect What's the gate to the nest? What's a bullet through my vest? They ain't seen underneath: heart is bulletproof glass, you can't pierce through my chest Pull away your tech Your neck is a jest to the size of the rest I is a dot same for you, we're a speck I gesture the waves of the seas and the lands on the flag that you rep I replicate the lines of the blades of the other day Contemplate your eyes, when they cry to what the other say Illuminate the truth that your sister and your brother say Meditate the fact that you are and the other way HAM Nah we go YAM Got a high tan, but I'm highest in the tent My shit is low temp, like I'm freezing some fans Today I step back on the demons that I ran From Niggas done say that you dumb I'ma stay front but I'ma say none You can break through me but I'ma stay numb But I break through you if I we lock the same gun Ka-blow Watch the road for the potholes The bumps, and the cracks and whoever got those Your neighbor got hoes, and his father got foes Know a girl who got woes, mama took the same blows When we ten toes up, we be in the same pose Didn't leave earth sipping on the same dose Didn't leave blood dripping on the same clothes Still we lay down under grass watered by the same hose Lemme poke your nose see what lies ahead When I rap don't care how many lives I dead I'm just a crossroad of the fucking signs I read It won't matter if my actions didn't rhyme with what I saidYou might also like |