PLASTIC Songtext
von BLCKK
PLASTIC Songtext
Is it me? (Woah)
Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (yeah, yeah, woah)
I don′t need no fuckin' help and checkin′ in been overplayed
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, twenty-something hundred days
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not no fuckin' break ′til I′m uppin' what I′m fuckin' paid
Put them habits down, I′m not nobody you could recognize (yeah)
I don't go to war about this shit, what kinda man am I? (Bow)
Keep my mouth shut before I keep a minute sanitized
I live with conditions, wakin′ up, already paralyzed
I could—, I could count the minutes 'til it's time to put them plans through
Cut 200 tracks then hold your breath until your hands blue (woo)
Stand on what you love until them motherfuckers blam you
Die with my respect and send a check up at my fam′, too (woah)
(Stand on what blam you)
Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (woah, yeah, bap, yeah)
I don′t need no fuckin' help and checkin′ in been overplayed
(Woah, woah)
Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, 20 something 100 days
(Woah, woah, woah)
Not no fuckin′ break until I'm uppin′ what I'm fuckin' paid
I could do this shit better, I stand on that (fuck you)
Put it on all them tracks
Beat ′em outside ′til twelve spin back
Keep shit runnin' ′til the phone get tapped
I rig shit up if I had to, bitch
Dig another grave, not passive, bitch
Fall back, threats not plastic, bitch (yeah)
Die 'bout pickin′ up traction (bitch, woo)
I could die right here, right now
Give you ten more years, bet you still won't catch up (yeah, yah)
Why the fuck, would I stop this shit?
Can′t copy this shit, and I still won't let up
You don't like me, it′s alright, bitch, bet up
Check where you at, I could get somethin′ set up
Fist work, bitch, I'ma keep going, get up
Fuck him, he dead, and I still won′t let up
Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (yeah, yeah, woah)
I don′t need no fuckin' help and checkin′ in been overplayed
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah)
Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, twenty-something hundred days
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Not no fuckin' break ′til I′m uppin' what I′m fuckin' paid
Put them habits down, I′m not nobody you could recognize (yeah)
I don't go to war about this shit, what kinda man am I? (Bow)
Keep my mouth shut before I keep a minute sanitized
I live with conditions, wakin′ up, already paralyzed
I could—, I could count the minutes 'til it's time to put them plans through
Cut 200 tracks then hold your breath until your hands blue (woo)
Stand on what you love until them motherfuckers blam you
Die with my respect and send a check up at my fam′, too (woah)
(Stand on what blam you)
Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (woah, yeah, bap, yeah)
I don′t need no fuckin' help and checkin′ in been overplayed
(Woah, woah)
Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, 20 something 100 days
(Woah, woah, woah)
Not no fuckin′ break until I'm uppin′ what I'm fuckin' paid
I could do this shit better, I stand on that (fuck you)
Put it on all them tracks
Beat ′em outside ′til twelve spin back
Keep shit runnin' ′til the phone get tapped
I rig shit up if I had to, bitch
Dig another grave, not passive, bitch
Fall back, threats not plastic, bitch (yeah)
Die 'bout pickin′ up traction (bitch, woo)
I could die right here, right now
Give you ten more years, bet you still won't catch up (yeah, yah)
Why the fuck, would I stop this shit?
Can′t copy this shit, and I still won't let up
You don't like me, it′s alright, bitch, bet up
Check where you at, I could get somethin′ set up
Fist work, bitch, I'ma keep going, get up
Fuck him, he dead, and I still won′t let up
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