Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi leggere il testo della canzone fence. , di - YinData di rilascio: 19.11.2020
Lingua della canzone: Inglese
fence. |
| You’re so cool, you’re so cool |
| Walking down the hall |
| You’re so cool, you’re so cool |
| Walking down the hall |
| (They don’t understand, they don’t understand) |
| You’re so cool, you’re so cool (uh, uh) |
| Walking down the hall (ay) |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| Nina on my side, I don’t need a bitch |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| Nina on my side, I don’t need a bitch |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| Nina on my side, I don’t need a bitch |
| I can’t work no 9−5, boy, I need to live |
| So I took a 9, put it on my hip |
| I don’t go outside, I ain’t feedin' in |
| Always gettin' high, now I’m breathin' in |
| I don’t got time for a mind game |
| Down by the side, no Fontaine |
| Niggas always die when the time came |
| Fiend for a dime 'till you find change, wait |
| Need me a rollie, sittin' courtside |
| I don’t mean to say I stay in the north side |
| On the Ultralight Beam when the car ride |
| Niggas two sides of me, I feel apartheid |
| Older than my homie, we in hard times |
| Whether hell or bad weather, see the sparks fly |
| Entry-level wage, work a full-time |
| Smoke blowin' out the blunt like sulfide |
| You’re so cool, you’re so cool |
| Walking down the hall (ay) |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| Nina on my side, I don’t need a bitch |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| Nina on my side, I don’t need a bitch |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| I don’t wanna die, I wanna live |
| Nina on my side, I don’t need a bitch (yeah) |
| I been screamin' at the clouds 'till the rain won’t go |
| With this weed now I’m down and all the pain won’t go |
| If the pain don’t go, well then my veins start flowin' |
| With this hate I’ve sowed into the names I shoulder |
| Hope you change your role enough to save your soul |
| Eyes still red, I should see an optometrist |
| Pills in my head, I still see my psychiatrist |
| Hidin' my silence, goin' cyanide violent |
| Used to whine about tyrants takin' sides and not sidin' |
| Changin' knives and not lives, makin' liars stop lyin' |
| When they flash that siren hope they don’t start firin' |
| Hope it stab you in the back for every time that you tried it |
| I could st- |
| Ugh, fuck it |
| You’re so cool, you’re so cool |
| Walking down the hall |
| You’re so cool, you’re so cool |
| Walking down the hall |