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Dillin Hoox - Lunatic текст песни

Исполнитель: Dillin Hoox

альбом: Lunatic


I been driving me insane
I'm a mad man, get out of my lane
I'm a mad man, I'll never be the same
I can't get outta of my brain, brain, brain, brain
I been driving me insane
I'm a mad man, get out of my lane
I'm a mad man, I'll never be the same
I can't get outta of my brain, brain, brain, brain
What you Pac? You got glocks? Do cops watch you chop rocks?
Pop shots? You got the block locked?
Please, who you kiddin'? Believe what you spittin'
Or leave the streets, to me this is livin'
I'm high on life, wanna fight?
I'll strike you like Iron Mike
With a pipe, I'm fire right?
I'm pretending to change
Demented, deranged, no ending this rage
The mad mans comin'
Shaking up the planet like a fat man runnin'
A flow so nasty you cats can't stomach
You'll need a brain surgeon and cat scan from it
A renegade with a warrior's energy
Step out the door, go to war with the enemy
And I'm going insane not knowing when to forfeit
I'm about to blast off, I'm going into orbit
I been driving me insane
I'm a mad man, get out of my lane
I'm a mad man, I'll never be the same
I can't get outta of my brain, brain, brain, brain
I been driving me insane
I'm a mad man, get out of my lane
I'm a mad man, I'll never be the same
I can't get outta of my brain, brain, brain, brain
C'mon, give me a hundred bricks and I'm outta here
Word to Hollygrove, I'm a get em outta here
Syrup and hydro, cane in the pot
Weed smell like fructose thick like snot
Yeah, fuck them I'm hot
What, when, where nigga, I been there nigga
Push that white nigga
Bring it 'round here and be without it tonight nigga
Jack move, These icy niggas is shiesty niggas
They got burners on em, knives on em, other's lives on em
I'm out wildin' baby pray for em
Don't cry for em, wait for em, keep the lights on
Have them clothes off bitch it's been a long day
Tomorrow morning back at it bitch first thing
Have them clothes off bitch it's been a long day
Tomorrow morning back at it bitch first thing
I been driving me insane
I'm a mad man, get out of my lane
I'm a mad man, I'll never be the same
I can't get outta of my brain, brain, brain, brain
I been driving me insane
I'm a mad man, get out of my lane
I'm a mad man, I'll never be the same
I can't get outta of my brain, brain, brain, brain
A good son, a bad son, a handsome mad man with a hand gun
After ransom, shoot your legs so you can't run, damn son
A random act of violence for the mandem
With a mask on, phantom of the opera
I'm laying low, I ain't dealin' with a lot of ya
I'm going back to Ottawa, you hide at your momma's crib
Haters will be talking shit, they staying anonymous
You probably bought a dirty gun, I heard he's done
Caught with your man's piece, peace till you're 31
I can't be silenced, I'm a mad man all I hear is sirens
I'm just starting off, I ain't close to done
You ain't noticed I'm a solder son?
It gets out of hand and it goes to guns
You about as focused as a homeless bum

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