(I don't know)
(Haha what do you mean)
(I know, it's alright, what if we talk about this right now?)
(The final track, and everyone goes)
(Ah and then the beat comes in?)
(Oh yeah nice cool cool cool)
(Comes in about... now?)
Tryna feel familiar with myself, being back to back boo'd till I'm withered with welts
On my back with stab wounds, and bruises black and blue
Good people sweep stakes and turn, witches for the wealth
Which is fine till it overcomes the sickness and the health
Sittin' breathless in petrol britches with stitches in hell, the stitch is
I'll patrol bridges taxing tolls till I'm hittin' like an L
Keep aside, that remains hidden inside myself
It's starvin' like a rabid dog or a pack of tigers, ravenous rapping dark like 2pac defiant
Tired that these tykes is rabbits, ducks and deer
I'm the right fool, chuck habits comin' near, when I write-full mouth of bitumen up in here
Rivals is some bitchy-men, dumb and scared, viral see like how this infection end
F*ck the stairs I'm takin' the confectionary elevator
In factions, you and me like Elle and Vader
Woodes and Darth?
F*ck it I'll tell you later
Real precise, these pricey lines I sell to haters
Reel the prize, or I'll end up in a cell or Hades, the hills have eyes
Like a dingo I'll kill you, baby
Nme - Amour Propre (feat. Rold Pigeon) Lyrics
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(I don't know)
(Haha what do you mean)
(I know, it's alright, what if we talk about this right now?)
(The final track, and everyone goes)
(Ah and then the beat comes in?)
(Oh yeah nice cool cool cool)
(Comes in about... now?)
Tryna feel familiar with myself, being back to back boo'd till I'm withered with welts
On my back with stab wounds, and bruises black and blue
Good people sweep stakes and turn, witches for the wealth
Which is fine till it overcomes the sickness and the health
Sittin' breathless in petrol britches with stitches in hell, the stitch is
I'll patrol bridges taxing tolls till I'm hittin' like an L
Keep aside, that remains hidden inside myself
It's starvin' like a rabid dog or a pack of tigers, ravenous rapping dark like 2pac defiant
Tired that these tykes is rabbits, ducks and deer
I'm the right fool, chuck habits comin' near, when I write-full mouth of bitumen up in here
Rivals is some bitchy-men, dumb and scared, viral see like how this infection end
F*ck the stairs I'm takin' the confectionary elevator
In factions, you and me like Elle and Vader
Woodes and Darth?
F*ck it I'll tell you later
Real precise, these pricey lines I sell to haters
Reel the prize, or I'll end up in a cell or Hades, the hills have eyes
Like a dingo I'll kill you, baby
(Haha what do you mean)
(I know, it's alright, what if we talk about this right now?)
(The final track, and everyone goes)
(Ah and then the beat comes in?)
(Oh yeah nice cool cool cool)
(Comes in about... now?)
Tryna feel familiar with myself, being back to back boo'd till I'm withered with welts
On my back with stab wounds, and bruises black and blue
Good people sweep stakes and turn, witches for the wealth
Which is fine till it overcomes the sickness and the health
Sittin' breathless in petrol britches with stitches in hell, the stitch is
I'll patrol bridges taxing tolls till I'm hittin' like an L
Keep aside, that remains hidden inside myself
It's starvin' like a rabid dog or a pack of tigers, ravenous rapping dark like 2pac defiant
Tired that these tykes is rabbits, ducks and deer
I'm the right fool, chuck habits comin' near, when I write-full mouth of bitumen up in here
Rivals is some bitchy-men, dumb and scared, viral see like how this infection end
F*ck the stairs I'm takin' the confectionary elevator
In factions, you and me like Elle and Vader
Woodes and Darth?
F*ck it I'll tell you later
Real precise, these pricey lines I sell to haters
Reel the prize, or I'll end up in a cell or Hades, the hills have eyes
Like a dingo I'll kill you, baby
Writer: Harrison Tuckerman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid