Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi leggere il testo della canzone Terminal V (Terminal 5) , di - Rob Vicious. Data di rilascio: 30.04.2020
Limitazioni di età: 18+
Lingua della canzone: Inglese
Terminal V (Terminal 5) |
| Bitch, I’m so fly, so high, look like I drive a plane, yeah |
| Geekin', roll my eyes so I can see inside my brain, yeah |
| I don’t know why, but why that love don’t feel the same? Yeah |
| Yes, I get high, but I know drugs won’t kill the pain, nah |
| But I’m takin' my doses over, I feel it when I’m sober |
| They sayin' I changed, ignorin' the fact that I’m just gettin' older |
| I’m smokin' this gas pack back to back 'cause it’s gon' give me closure |
| And I’m hidin' my eyes behind these glasses 'cause they keep gettin' low (Yeah, |
| yeah) |
| When I close my eyes, feel like I’m gettin' closer |
| He don’t want no smoke with me, bitch, I’m a stoner |
| When I light this gas, the mood gon' change as soon as you smell the odor |
| I swear that trap keep callin' my name, I said I’m comin' over |
| Get you a partner, light that stove up, turn that soft to hard |
| I need a box of baking soda so I can cut the scar |
| Lil' nigga, my mind is thinkin' past me coppin' the newest car |
| And it’s all these bruises, cuts, and scars that turned me to a star |
| She think she a keeper, nigga, that bitch is a creeper |
| No, I ain’t showin' these hoes no love, and I don’t trust 'em either |
| Bae, my heart so fuckin' cold like that bitch in the freezer |
| And most these niggas done sold they soul to who was buyin' it cheaper |
| Ayy, bitch, I’m so fly, so high, look like I drive a plane |
| Geeked, roll my eyes so I can see inside my brain, ayy |
| No, I don’t know why, but why that love don’t feel the same? Yeah |
| Oh yes, I get high, but I know drugs won’t kill the pain, yeah |
| Sometimes I wish this high could last forever |
| And yeah, I like them good times, nigga, but cash is better |
| Came up and I turned myself to something, used to pass for cheddar |
| Fuck these niggas, they ain’t talkin' nothin', just keep applyin' pressure |
| Goin' back to robbin' 'cause it’s that type of weather |
| Tryna keep this street life from my youngins so I can teach 'em better |
| Nigga, ain’t shit the same |
| I’m the one who got some change, why all my niggas changed? |
| I swear this shit ain’t makin' no sense, it’s fuckin' up my brain |
| Just wanna go back to takin' risks, my nigga, fuck the fame, yeah, yeah |
| Bitch, I’m so fly, so high, look like I drive a plane, yeah |
| Geekin', rollin' my eyes so I can see inside my brain |
| I don’t know why, but why that love don’t feel the same? Nah |
| Yes, I get high, but I know drugs won’t kill the pain, dawg |
| Sometimes I wish this high could last forever |
| Close my eyes and I can see me countin' cash forever |
| Life is different now, my nigga, I used to pass for cheddar |
| They say you trippin' now, my nigga, just keep applyin' pressure |
| Just keep applyin' pressure |
| They say you trippin' now, my nigga, just keep applyin' pressure |
| Sometimes I wish this high could last forever |
| Sometimes I wish this high could last forever |
| Sometimes I wish this high could last forever |
| Close my eyes and I can see me countin' cash forever |
| Life is different now, my nigga, I used to pass for cheddar |
| They say you trippin' now, my nigga, just keep applyin' pressure |