DISGUISE Songtext
von TwistySponge
DISGUISE Songtext
You told me to sit back
Never being brought back
Thinkin′ I'm always packed
Fuckin′ with the wrong pack
Missin' out on fat naps
Smokin' on some hard crack
People ′round me did that
Didn′t quite get past that
Joints of loud? Hey bruh, pass that
Trippin' on some gas, yeah I′ve gone bad
But I'm still good deep inside that
Soul you ain′t got
(Hey bro, wtf you say?!) My bad...
Ah, I don't know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I'm a loser in disguise
Theft is second nature
They call me a faker
Pray out to the maker
Outspeedin′ street racers
Donuts in the parking lot
Fuck with us, you gettin′ popped
Brand new fit, all nike stock
After that, we on a thot
A few grand? We gon' bag that
You think we gone but we′ll come back
Ain't no way I′ll be left on the
Back burner with the gang I have
Ah, I don't know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I'm a loser in disguise
Ah, I don′t know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I′m a loser in disguise
Ah, I don't know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I′m a loser in disguise
Never being brought back
Thinkin′ I'm always packed
Fuckin′ with the wrong pack
Missin' out on fat naps
Smokin' on some hard crack
People ′round me did that
Didn′t quite get past that
Joints of loud? Hey bruh, pass that
Trippin' on some gas, yeah I′ve gone bad
But I'm still good deep inside that
Soul you ain′t got
(Hey bro, wtf you say?!) My bad...
Ah, I don't know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I'm a loser in disguise
Theft is second nature
They call me a faker
Pray out to the maker
Outspeedin′ street racers
Donuts in the parking lot
Fuck with us, you gettin′ popped
Brand new fit, all nike stock
After that, we on a thot
A few grand? We gon' bag that
You think we gone but we′ll come back
Ain't no way I′ll be left on the
Back burner with the gang I have
Ah, I don't know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I'm a loser in disguise
Ah, I don′t know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I′m a loser in disguise
Ah, I don't know anything about my own life
Feels like I′m not in control of my own mind
With these guys I feel a little more alive
But it's not right, I′m a loser in disguise
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