BB (BODYBAG)
Lyrics
Hello dear
Look in my eyes, what you lookin' at me for? (Me for)
You ain't seen a strap, I got cats in flats
With three paws, lean like Eeyore (Eeyore)
Mom said, "Son, don't play with guns"
But the voice in my head kill everyone
Put a boy in the ER (ER)
One phone call can get a man gone
Pullin' up to the blacktop, B'More
You play too many games, these boys live in VR
I hate liars so I set fires
Time up, then we pull with pliers
Boxin', your teeth, huh? (Baow)
Gimme the loot, I had the loot
Call up the troops, too quick to shoot
No football boots, been the same since youth
And laugh, one clue, like K-K, K-K
You smoke too much kale, pack of Lager
We don't do ale, man don't fail
Brother got twelve for a kidnap and didn't get no bail
Make this dyin', like this in the room and they should've stayed quiet (shh)
Move in silence, then we get violent (brrt)
Wet a boy up in his jumper, it's just like Poseidon
You don't know me, cat's O-D
Had to watch them die and shit gave me nightmares
Head in my hands, I was cryin'
Airway spinnin' in the right lane
Reach to your right and these lines that you're hypin'
Need to be enlightened, road to recruitment light it up like a four
Oh shoot, what you know about lyin'? What you know about lyin'?
My young Lord (ah), Pablo Escobar (uh, uh)
Ain't up to par, I raise the bar (haha)
I came from far (up on there), up on Mars (zoom, zoom)
Shootin' star (shoot, shoot), kill a star (ah)
Talkin' wicked, man, you're a dickhead
Man, I break jaws
Round of applause, redefine physics
Turn you into a spirit, let nature take course
Blick, bang, blink and you miss it
If you went on the door, then you bottom out, raw
Or bangin' on the floor for a near point four
Shit, are you different? Draw
Check your bottoms, your socks, take tails from sharks
Cah I never had a lot and I wanted more
Got a boy in a box, put a hole in the door
Like my name's Roy Shaw, I'm a pretty boy, course
Litty boy Short get fucked on all four
Real men don't ever, ever say pause
Bringin' out my giff-gaff
You get Christmas gift-wrapped, call me Santa Claus
Banter me, we don't laugh or speak
I can see you're weak, had to tuck your tail
Tuck your chain, what you know about pain?
I can see it in your face, you're a pussy, you're frail
Mountain peak got so high that I violate
Sniff cocaine 'til my eyes go dilate
I'ma die lit, like Dire Straits
How I move so far away? Somethin' man
Don't wan' listen
Get beat up and they wan' play victim
If this was a movie, I'll be the villain
You'll be the bitch I'm killin'
Coin in the well, keep wishin'
Shit could've been so different
Now on your grave, I'm pissin
Rest in peace, you dickhead
My young Lord (ah), Pablo Escobar (uh, uh)
Ain't up to par, I raise the bar (haha)
I came from far (up on there), up on Mars (zoom, zoom)
Shootin' star (shoot, shoot), kill a star (ah)
My young Lord (ah), Pablo Escobar (uh, uh)
Ain't up to par, I raise the bar (haha)
I came from far (up on there), up on Mars (zoom, zoom)
Shootin' star (shoot, shoot), kill a star (ah)
Writer(s): Dominic Maker, James Blake, Tyron Frampton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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