Lyrics:
to the Bahamas
He requests that someone find him a bike
One afternoon in LA, still bleary-eyed from
The studio session the night before
Meek and Chino rent two
Yeah yeah yeah
Auckland South (South south)
Auckland my toko the dirty dirty (Dirty)
Auckland (Yeah) South
Auckland my toko the dirty dirty (Dirty
scales[02:38.18]I'm weighin' my choices cause shit wouldn't be fair[02:39.83]Pourin' out liquor for my brother[02:41.46]Studio sessions, we... out
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
session
On the streets I arrive, on a bike, for the vibe
They be courting the rhymes so prison!
The ordeal nah recorded on no bodycam
By the next slide,
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
East side, South side also get it popping
Got the bitches non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Stagger in your studio session with a bomb strapped to my chest
Lookin' like Omarion holdin' his baby
Jump in the 4 door Mercedes with a .44 listenin'
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
nothing, that's studio edits
Who doing the shooting? Your engineer gettin' all the credit
So while you busting shots in a four hour session
I'll be aiming
yeah I'm counting up my blessings
Still having studio sessions still learning from my lessons yeah
Take me out the race Ima put you in place
All these
just to prove my skill
Juice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's selfexplaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when I
just to prove my skill
Juice is what I'm gaining
With a style so fresh that it's selfexplaining
Never bite a rhyme, I don't live that way
But when I
welcome it
Open arms smile wide and shit
What you put in what you get innit
Make my bed nice cuz I lay in it
Namani's world I just live in it
Studio
the level now my pen is a registered weapon
Ain't no Doctor Strange, I got multi verses when I step in the studio session
I'm thankful to Jah for the multiple
But he's talkin' about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
clapping
Cole Alexander playing a guitar riff
Tyler playing and recording the tambourine
Tyler recording his verse on DEATHCAMP
Live performance
But he's talking about, "I wanna see you deceased"
No doubt, to live and die in LA
California, what you say about Los Angeles
Still the only place
into overdrive
I just hope I stay alive
In the studio overnight
I kick it into overdrive
Working hard, hope I stay alive
In the studio overnight
(I live
written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo
I'm a set up a bag
We call it a society
And to be real I find it dystopic
We're supposed to live in harmony
And yet there's so many conflicts
Feminists are considered
ya muthafuckin ass
Wit a dick in ya mouth
Straight from the muthafuckin south
Verse One:
Well it's the south
Nuthin but the muthafuckin south
Before
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
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