Propane Songtext
von Garth.

I′m your craze

Everything I do and say stays crowned
Front page
I'm now, you′re late
Sustained by the tears
Of my haters and peers
Good luck, I'm chucking the deuce up
A light year away

Pressed and fatigued
Losing sleep over me
Good night, we out 'til the sunlight
Won′t somebody say
Come on, come on

That′s when I hit 'em with the propane
(Now the floor is heating up)
I′m feeling no pain
('Cause I′m cold to the touch)


In the fast lane
(Know I'm nasty with the clutch)
So turn the speakers up
(You tryna speak for what?)
Hit ′em with the propane
(Now the floor is heating up)
Feeling no pain
('Cause I'm cold to the touch)

In the fast lane
(Know I′m nasty with the clutch)

So turn the speakers up

(You tryna speak for what?)

No fuss
No shade
Unbothered by your lack of taste
It′s all cliché
No sauce, just paste
You mad at the way
That I stay in the game
Too nice, you only get one life
A night and a day

You seem to believe
That you're worthy of me
So hold that, this lyrical clapback
I put you to shame
Come on, come on, come on!


And then I hit ′em with the propane
(Now the floor is heating up)

Feeling no pain
('Cause I′m cold to the touch)
In the fast lane
(Know I'm nasty with the clutch)
So turn the speakers up
(You tryna speak for what?)
Hit ′em with the propane
(Now the floor is heating up)

Feeling no pain
('Cause I'm cold to the touch)
In the fast lane
(Know I′m nasty with the clutch)
So turn the speakers up
(You tryna speak for what?)

When we hit ′em with the propane
We leave the haters in a bad way
Getting nasty in a wild craze
But you can't deny the swag, babe
When we hit ′em with the propane
We leave the haters in a bad way
Getting nasty in a wild craze
But you can't deny the swag, babe
When we hit ′em with the propane

We leave the haters in a bad way
Getting nasty in a wild craze
But you can't deny the swag, babe
When we hit ′em with the propane
We leave the haters in a bad way
Getting nasty in a wild craze
But you can't deny it
Can't deny it