PARADE! Songtext
von Wahid
PARADE! Songtext
Honest, honestly no funny shit, bro
Runnin′ this, runnin' this town no part time shit in this loco
Motive, spinnin′ this block, I'm feelin' like BIG, it′s trauma, fuck
Pullin′ up on em' they stuck (shh)
I SURE GET MY LICK BACK IN THE MORNIN′ (BOAH BOAH)
Please I pray to God don't make me slide in this parade (YEAH!)
Thief inside a night we tryna find a masquerade (SWEAT!)
Till I see a mornin′
If it's on, then you obsolete, I talk lobotomy
Sending them pigs to slaughter silently, God willing it′s novelty
There she go, let it go, shakin' (heard it's like pourin′ up a four)
On the south, shit boomin′ like spaceship
Big dog, pointing this laser
Can't fuck with it, can′t fit in this slab
Don't talk to me I′m a paranoid
Since they killed my nigga Tez, can't trust none of y′all niggas voice, you flip
Same time talkin' to the police, lookin' at my cup, gon ask for a sip
(BOAH!, BOAH!)
It′s a devil on my shoulder plus that chip, but I′m
Honest, honestly no funny shit, bro
Runnin' this, runnin′ this town no part time shit in this loco
Motive, spinnin' this block, I′m feelin' like BIG, it′s trauma, fuck
Pullin' up on em' they stuck (shh)
I SURE GET MY LICK BACK IN THE MORNIN′ (BOAH BOAH)
Please I pray to God don′t make me slide in this parade (YEAH!)
Thief inside a night we tryna find a masquerade (SWEAT!)
Till I see a mornin'
Loose lip, sink ship, loose pussy worse
(Problem is when you can′t tell the difference!)
Fuck bout politics, intoxicants my nigga don't fill up a hearse
Trying to do a lil′ pass interference
Eyeing that quarterback
I'm finna hit a roundabout like culdesac on that offensive
Hidden in a far side, seeing them pass me by and I′m quite offended
It ain't no pies you pennies, palms out looking for gross
(Getting my raid on, skeletons all in that graveyard!)
Don't die doing the most, cause I′m
Honest, honestly no funny shit, bro
Runnin′ this, runnin' this town no part time shit in this loco
Motive, spinnin′ this block, I'm feelin′ like BIG, it's trauma, fuck
Pullin′ up on em' they stuck (shh)
I SURE GET MY LICK BACK IN THE MORNIN' (BOAH BOAH)
Please I pray to God don′t make me slide in this parade (YEAH!)
Thief inside a night we tryna find a masquerade (SWEAT!)
Till I see a mornin′
Runnin′ this, runnin' this town no part time shit in this loco
Motive, spinnin′ this block, I'm feelin' like BIG, it′s trauma, fuck
Pullin′ up on em' they stuck (shh)
I SURE GET MY LICK BACK IN THE MORNIN′ (BOAH BOAH)
Please I pray to God don't make me slide in this parade (YEAH!)
Thief inside a night we tryna find a masquerade (SWEAT!)
Till I see a mornin′
If it's on, then you obsolete, I talk lobotomy
Sending them pigs to slaughter silently, God willing it′s novelty
There she go, let it go, shakin' (heard it's like pourin′ up a four)
On the south, shit boomin′ like spaceship
Big dog, pointing this laser
Can't fuck with it, can′t fit in this slab
Don't talk to me I′m a paranoid
Since they killed my nigga Tez, can't trust none of y′all niggas voice, you flip
Same time talkin' to the police, lookin' at my cup, gon ask for a sip
(BOAH!, BOAH!)
It′s a devil on my shoulder plus that chip, but I′m
Honest, honestly no funny shit, bro
Runnin' this, runnin′ this town no part time shit in this loco
Motive, spinnin' this block, I′m feelin' like BIG, it′s trauma, fuck
Pullin' up on em' they stuck (shh)
I SURE GET MY LICK BACK IN THE MORNIN′ (BOAH BOAH)
Please I pray to God don′t make me slide in this parade (YEAH!)
Thief inside a night we tryna find a masquerade (SWEAT!)
Till I see a mornin'
Loose lip, sink ship, loose pussy worse
(Problem is when you can′t tell the difference!)
Fuck bout politics, intoxicants my nigga don't fill up a hearse
Trying to do a lil′ pass interference
Eyeing that quarterback
I'm finna hit a roundabout like culdesac on that offensive
Hidden in a far side, seeing them pass me by and I′m quite offended
It ain't no pies you pennies, palms out looking for gross
(Getting my raid on, skeletons all in that graveyard!)
Don't die doing the most, cause I′m
Honest, honestly no funny shit, bro
Runnin′ this, runnin' this town no part time shit in this loco
Motive, spinnin′ this block, I'm feelin′ like BIG, it's trauma, fuck
Pullin′ up on em' they stuck (shh)
I SURE GET MY LICK BACK IN THE MORNIN' (BOAH BOAH)
Please I pray to God don′t make me slide in this parade (YEAH!)
Thief inside a night we tryna find a masquerade (SWEAT!)
Till I see a mornin′
Writer(s): Miguel Cabrera, Joshua Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
