歌曲 | Believers |
歌手 | ¡Mayday! |
专辑 | Believers (Deluxe Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
The brain is still rattled from the shock | |
It ain’t even in the box, it’s enough to call medical in here | |
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock | |
Let ‘em all just hop the block | |
Better save your name | |
Let your kitties all know this taken battle is code for stranger name | |
Man, seal and some tape | |
But they never call the cops, ex presidential would apply | |
Strange bird, never had my own flight | |
Right here when the base hits drop and the red lights blink | |
But you just don’t stop | |
Gotta get that pot, gotta raise them clocks | |
She pop that top and the cat is lazy | |
But this rat pack is quite flavored, someone get us in the majors | |
Tricking us, getting us, killing the ?? singing and slinging into a labor, y’all | |
Kick drums slamming, slaving you, split crumbs yo, we’re backing y’all | |
See, this one’s cut your stake in all, sick mix above and stable kind | |
Feeling the vibe, flipping this steering wheel of this car that I drive | |
They wanna see our demise, they’ve got the coolest device | |
Ignoring corners of foes like car alarms at a nine | |
Even though they listen they don’t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
‘Cause even though they listen they don’t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
Can you dig in a world full of pigs | |
Who’s coming to pick up all of the kids | |
When I tell ‘em don’t live like this | |
Get an act in the back of the ones with the tats | |
We’re stalking where you live | |
They don’t turn on the map, they watch you stack | |
Everything that they want you to give | |
Man, they’ve been tuned in but ain’t got enough fruit | |
They all scared of the movement, grizzly elbows only way to break through | |
Even though we the truth, America eat the tooth | |
But don’t fret, we erect, won’t get, motherfucker gotta ask the pimp cover | |
You about two crews came true, too, break through, lose the tunics | |
Got enough cuckoo when you screw like two nude eunuchs | |
Past life in a battle guard, mad Mikes in them shattered yards | |
Your man’s wife took a seat at love to cattle paw my cattle prize | |
Now it’s true dude, we cruise through them broke modes to fragrance | |
We Tom Cruise that bitch while they all turn to ashes | |
Ain’t fucking with no samples ’cause I can’t clear these classics | |
No need, we got that hippie, said we don’t need these bastards | |
Even though they listen they don’t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
‘Cause even though they listen they don’t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don’t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers. |
The brain is still rattled from the shock | |
It ain' t even in the box, it' s enough to call medical in here | |
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock | |
Let ' em all just hop the block | |
Better save your name | |
Let your kitties all know this taken battle is code for stranger name | |
Man, seal and some tape | |
But they never call the cops, ex presidential would apply | |
Strange bird, never had my own flight | |
Right here when the base hits drop and the red lights blink | |
But you just don' t stop | |
Gotta get that pot, gotta raise them clocks | |
She pop that top and the cat is lazy | |
But this rat pack is quite flavored, someone get us in the majors | |
Tricking us, getting us, killing the ?? singing and slinging into a labor, y' all | |
Kick drums slamming, slaving you, split crumbs yo, we' re backing y' all | |
See, this one' s cut your stake in all, sick mix above and stable kind | |
Feeling the vibe, flipping this steering wheel of this car that I drive | |
They wanna see our demise, they' ve got the coolest device | |
Ignoring corners of foes like car alarms at a nine | |
Even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
' Cause even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
Can you dig in a world full of pigs | |
Who' s coming to pick up all of the kids | |
When I tell ' em don' t live like this | |
Get an act in the back of the ones with the tats | |
We' re stalking where you live | |
They don' t turn on the map, they watch you stack | |
Everything that they want you to give | |
Man, they' ve been tuned in but ain' t got enough fruit | |
They all scared of the movement, grizzly elbows only way to break through | |
Even though we the truth, America eat the tooth | |
But don' t fret, we erect, won' t get, motherfucker gotta ask the pimp cover | |
You about two crews came true, too, break through, lose the tunics | |
Got enough cuckoo when you screw like two nude eunuchs | |
Past life in a battle guard, mad Mikes in them shattered yards | |
Your man' s wife took a seat at love to cattle paw my cattle prize | |
Now it' s true dude, we cruise through them broke modes to fragrance | |
We Tom Cruise that bitch while they all turn to ashes | |
Ain' t fucking with no samples ' cause I can' t clear these classics | |
No need, we got that hippie, said we don' t need these bastards | |
Even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
' Cause even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers. |
The brain is still rattled from the shock | |
It ain' t even in the box, it' s enough to call medical in here | |
Stopwatch, get a lock when I rock | |
Let ' em all just hop the block | |
Better save your name | |
Let your kitties all know this taken battle is code for stranger name | |
Man, seal and some tape | |
But they never call the cops, ex presidential would apply | |
Strange bird, never had my own flight | |
Right here when the base hits drop and the red lights blink | |
But you just don' t stop | |
Gotta get that pot, gotta raise them clocks | |
She pop that top and the cat is lazy | |
But this rat pack is quite flavored, someone get us in the majors | |
Tricking us, getting us, killing the ?? singing and slinging into a labor, y' all | |
Kick drums slamming, slaving you, split crumbs yo, we' re backing y' all | |
See, this one' s cut your stake in all, sick mix above and stable kind | |
Feeling the vibe, flipping this steering wheel of this car that I drive | |
They wanna see our demise, they' ve got the coolest device | |
Ignoring corners of foes like car alarms at a nine | |
Even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
' Cause even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
Can you dig in a world full of pigs | |
Who' s coming to pick up all of the kids | |
When I tell ' em don' t live like this | |
Get an act in the back of the ones with the tats | |
We' re stalking where you live | |
They don' t turn on the map, they watch you stack | |
Everything that they want you to give | |
Man, they' ve been tuned in but ain' t got enough fruit | |
They all scared of the movement, grizzly elbows only way to break through | |
Even though we the truth, America eat the tooth | |
But don' t fret, we erect, won' t get, motherfucker gotta ask the pimp cover | |
You about two crews came true, too, break through, lose the tunics | |
Got enough cuckoo when you screw like two nude eunuchs | |
Past life in a battle guard, mad Mikes in them shattered yards | |
Your man' s wife took a seat at love to cattle paw my cattle prize | |
Now it' s true dude, we cruise through them broke modes to fragrance | |
We Tom Cruise that bitch while they all turn to ashes | |
Ain' t fucking with no samples ' cause I can' t clear these classics | |
No need, we got that hippie, said we don' t need these bastards | |
Even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers | |
' Cause even though they listen they don' t never really hear us | |
Their condition is conditioned, yeah they like the smoking mirrors | |
Watch them turning up their radios and act like they don' t need us | |
But eventually the fact is that they all end up believers. |