Club Bang
(专辑: This Shit Comes In Waves - 2015)
[Felly:] Let's go, let's go, let's go Aye Uh, dream, dream, dream, like you've never dreamt I
kill myself to stay relevant Just so I
can sleep effortless Gotta twist up the
evidence Spliff tell I'm heaven sent When the
beat drop I
be on degrees like my tea pot Girls know the
team hot 227 g-spot Blast through your beat box Your rap game, Steve Jobs Back pain, still pulling boats out the
marina, uh Sitting sideways Sippin on sundays Catching fade Getting blazed in the
shade, uh She only trying to get wavy Why my people so complacent? I
don't want pictures, I
want paintings These Felly raps bring helipads Damn, you been through hell and back I
could probably break the
map When you rare as pterodactyl Ashing on the
porch, while Gyppsy ask for tattoos My momma say we bad news But shit y'all made me have to I'm lo-, loading up a
little Cali Don't nobody kill nobody Close to fame, and don't know how I
feel about it Through shades of Lennon, all I
do is dream on And say my prayers in attempts to be God Doing the
Devil his job But guess who dealt you those odds? So you should pack up your bags and get off the
next stop I
swear these days, I've been dazed They been lasting to long Thinking that I
might call it all off I
just wanna sip some juice with my girl I
don't wanna think about the
world But if the
rain falls. the
soil is fertile I
grow and die to it come full circle [Gyyps:] Donut starving, beg my pardon, I'm a
starving artist My daddy said to join the
fire department or the
army I
never listen to my fucking father He gave me nothing but some fucking problems And all the
cocaine, I
saw it Get the
propane for my momma She can grill steak in the
morning Haven't ate in days, so my brain is open Can't see straight, so I'm hanging over The
paint is showing, the
paint is golden I
got gold chains like David Bowie No I
didn't motherfucking pay, I
stole it Going insane, ain't afraid to know it In my garage, it's way deep in Canoga Neighbor a
gangster, her daughter a
chola I
seen them titties, the
window was open Speaking in Spanish, quiero te boca My passion, it burning, my momma concerned 'Bout the
words that I'm spurting, when she hear my verses I
ain't too worried cause I
got a
plan to make all these fans fucking worship in churches Biitch! [Outro:] We did it again! Did it again! We did it again! Shit, we fans, did it again! I
hit the
verse with a
bong in my hand, I
hit the
verse with a
bong in my hand Now I'm drunk as fuck, too turnt up to That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot That's that 227 g-spot Hit it, hit it Fucking, walking, with a
fucking limp, aye I
ain't fuckin with you fucking cell, no Me and Felly doing shit like you, fam Do this shit like we be doing roll, bands Sorry, then we, just hit it first time Too hot, for you motha' fuckas' (Goddamn it!) to compete with us, and we going, in a
fucking yellow bus Like The
Beatles, like we fucking, uh, sippin margaritas Where my 40 at? Where the
fuck my 40 at? How the
fuck you feeling with a
baseball bat? How the
fuck you feel me when debating on that? Aye I
be on train tracks, sipping and smoking on wack, aye Sipping and smoking on wax, sipping and smoking my packs, uhh