Lyrics:
the price (pay the)
Down to business, I ain't playin' nice (woo, woo)
So ahead of y'all, I'm out of sight, yeah (out of sight)
When you poppin', they all
Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride
Come one man, it's a downhill slide
Remember the dead boys
Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
Ayy, check me out, I'm not even a fuckin' rapper
Saweetie goin' fuckin' crazy, Oakland to Sac', what up
'Cause I'm icy, wifey, haters wanna fight me
fresh out hit the button top recline
I'm glowing on the pine down martin Luther king
I'm looking like a dream cause the Chevy so clean
Dem j's on gleam
your freestyles were written prior
You a joke boy Richard
Nigga stand up
Quit fronting with that take it like a man stuff
Cops come not even say a word
that's hype
But my stripes, marks me by champ
Check out the bass coming from the power amp
I'm the controller and like the Ayatollah
I used to live in
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
like I don’t belong
Tell me is it my sin, something I did wrong
Your Word says You’re there to catch us if we fall
But I’m alone, face down, and so in
send this one out
To all those non-believers out there
Who been tryin to put us down and keep us down
For the past five years
I'm gon tell you what
right out the sky go bad
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to it, and I was like (oh, yeah)
See us come to award shows we're like
At night, I can't stand
You walkin' around like that
I can't figure out these days which way
You're goin'
And I
I can't follow you around
I can't
of highlights, if it was a book, it be a page-turner, shee
Grew up in the age of the dope boy
Don't be tryna kept me down, we don't go for it
Ain't gonna
and red
So you might as well say that Skepta's dead
But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start
From his head and
Go all the way down to the toes
Rip out his scalp
hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
never fall down with you around
We're happy now so let's stay together with this bliss
You are walking on the clouds
Making sure the sun comes out
You
you is a Cham lie
Take a look into the sky you can see its goin down tonight
(its goin' down tonight)
Just take one look by ya side you can really see
can survive
Country folks can survive...
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns...
We
survive
Because you can't starve us out and
You can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys
Raised on shotguns
We say grace, and we say ma'am
If you ain't
We were trappin' out the spot out the basement (out the spot)
Tasmanian Devil, we spin on your block (spin, ouch)
I pop a Perc and I'm goin' berserk
the last
I might fall in love tonight if we dance
Yeah my heart is goin' boom boom boom
I could fly over the moon moon moon
Boy you turned my heart to pure
Were about to snap on em one time
You ready? let's go, yeah
Ay slide Friday night dog
You know what's goin on
Got Hank Jr. playing and my Wranglers on
I
some things
Almost want to blow my brains
Into outer space
I rather chase my dreams
Get all the fame
Fall from grace
And then come out of it
Discuss these sugar were goin down by fall out boy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In