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Дата выпуска: 04.05.2014
Лейбл звукозаписи: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Язык песни: Английский
We Ain't Gonna Die Today |
Hands stay clean till the well go dry |
The clutch kinda sticks right |
Aim for the sky |
And let a few fly |
In due time, gonna get right |
There’s no loose ties |
I’m not the new guy |
I’m just one hand at twelve’o’clock |
The other one stirs your melting pot |
And if I had a third hand |
I’d use it to turn up the music |
Louder |
You like to complain, huh |
You gonna hide 'till the rain comes? |
Feel my shine, I’m the same son |
No matter what I’ve done |
I remember where I came from |
The flood made the neighborhood messy |
But you’ve got the keys to the Chevy |
Have to drive, until the afterlife |
So we can steal the feast |
Out of the Beast’s belly |
We ain’t gonna die today |
Right now I’m wide awake |
Tell her that the devil got a price to pay |
Letter by letter all I’m trying to say |
That we ain’t gonna die today |
Right now I’m wide awake |
Rock solid, head held high |
Hands stay clean 'till the well go dry |
Right now I’m wide awake |
Right now I’m wide awake |
Right now I’m wide awake |
Hands stay clean 'till the well go dry |
One wheel for the clock that we live within |
I feel like your father, discipline |
It’s unconvincing when I tell them that hell |
Ain’t nothing but a place in Michigan |
Two wheels in the gutter, engine reving |
I feel like your mother, listen, suggestion |
Don’t test if you’re really not a threat |
If my crew get fresh, take you all the way to heaven |
Honesty stinks a little |
It’s cause it comes from deep inside you |
It’s covered in blood and bile |
And it tastes so self-entitled |
And you can keep a wood stake in the trunk |
On the off chance that the fairy tales ain’t bunk |
And I’mm save a bottle of that funk |
To get motel parking lot balcony crunk |
A true fiend would hit the screen |
Halfway there tryna live the dream |
Cops with lights shining in my face |
Cause my names not attached to these license plates |
Freedom is a paperweight |
But you can’t explain that to an inmate |
So I’mma keep rolling past these mile markers |
And I’mma deliver this flame to the fire starters |