Butane - Warm Brew.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Alec Tolkin/Jahmiu Yakubu Robbins/Taylor Ray Wright/Chris De La Rosa/Tshiswaka Kayembe Jr.
[00:16.839]I watch the signs
[00:18.074]Watch the seasons
[00:19.120]Watch these fools change
[00:20.913]In front of your eyes
[00:22.556]****** get wiped off the food chain
[00:25.201]Hope for my demise
[00:26.967]But it's only gon'bring you pain
[00:29.631]Running around blind boy
[00:31.842]Now watch me blow up
[00:33.619]Butane
[00:54.218]I'm off with the squad, got a whip off the lot
[00:56.273]Out the window like Pac, man I know
[00:57.817]If awful distraught, I just pick up and call
[01:00.552]Say let's split us bottle I 'm on
[01:03.159]Seen a lot of problems, chips like Estrada
[01:05.402]All we after since our mamas
[01:07.742]Put us in position to reverse our situations
[01:09.600]Hella zeros with the commas
[01:11.977]I know what I want,big ol'chunk of the pie making our stars align
[01:16.451]Shots in the dark start to land so the plan is to cut out all malign
[01:20.814]My cousin still playing in the streets I'm worried
[01:22.001]They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry
[01:24.137]What's happening holla at me what's the word
[01:26.294]It's only getting hotter yeah I must concur
[01:28.446]I'm referring to myself I'm popular
[01:30.799]The bigger mother****ers on the roster
[01:33.016]A woman with ass is what I much prefer
[01:35.273]If she ain't ****ing me that's a knock on her
[01:37.623]Twerk it for a bitch in some Karl kani
[01:39.619]Cause bitch I'm on fire I'm burned alive
[01:41.879]Why everything you do not quite as live
[01:44.078]And everything I do is so mid July huh?
[01:46.233]I watch the signs
[01:47.031]Watch the seasons
[01:48.125]Watch these fools change
[01:49.787]In front of your eyes
[01:51.397]****** get wiped off the food chain
[01:54.126]Hope for my demise
[01:55.867]But it's only gon'bring you pain
[01:58.640]Running around blind boy
[02:00.652]Now watch me blow up
[02:02.724]Butane
[02:24.372]****** stay switching heard he snitch and need a new name
[02:28.119]Used to be your homie now he walk around with your dame
[02:32.854]She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame
[02:37.426]Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away
[02:40.189]Super sticky boy I'm high all day
[02:41.705]Act tricky bitch I don't play
[02:43.437]So don't be ****ing with me
[02:44.684]Especially when I need all my pay
[02:46.167]Ain't no exceptions bitch sun or rain
[02:47.899]Oh now you ducking from me
[02:49.020]Nah I ain't even 'bout to get mad
[02:51.249]Y'all mother****ers desperate and it's so sad
[02:53.361]And ****ers always got the same stale face if
[02:55.309]they see I copped a whip or hopped up in a new place
[02:57.397]With my new watch, and new rings
[03:02.468]I came up, so it seems
[03:06.950]With new goals, the same dreams
[03:11.361]I get dough, by any means
[03:15.326]I watch the signs
[03:15.997]Watch the seasons
[03:16.928]Watch these fools change
[03:18.637]In front of your eyes
[03:20.410]****** get wiped off the food chain
[03:23.102]Hope for my demise
[03:24.833]But it's only gon'bring you pain
[03:27.516]Running around blind boy
[03:29.654]Now watch me blow up
[03:31.654]Butane
[03:53.640]
文本歌词
作曲 : Alec Tolkin/Jahmiu Yakubu Robbins/Taylor Ray Wright/Chris De La Rosa/Tshiswaka Kayembe Jr.
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
****** get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it's only gon'bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
I'm off with the squad, got a whip off the lot
Out the window like Pac, man I know
If awful distraught, I just pick up and call
Say let's split us bottle I 'm on
Seen a lot of problems, chips like Estrada
All we after since our mamas
Put us in position to reverse our situations
Hella zeros with the commas
I know what I want,big ol'chunk of the pie making our stars align
Shots in the dark start to land so the plan is to cut out all malign
My cousin still playing in the streets I'm worried
They shooting like they married to Ayesha Curry
What's happening holla at me what's the word
It's only getting hotter yeah I must concur
I'm referring to myself I'm popular
The bigger mother****ers on the roster
A woman with ass is what I much prefer
If she ain't ****ing me that's a knock on her
Twerk it for a bitch in some Karl kani
Cause bitch I'm on fire I'm burned alive
Why everything you do not quite as live
And everything I do is so mid July huh?
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
****** get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it's only gon'bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane
****** stay switching heard he snitch and need a new name
Used to be your homie now he walk around with your dame
She chose up, so what, quit crying like a hoe, lame
Fake LA-ers phony players cat calling from a mile away
Super sticky boy I'm high all day
Act tricky bitch I don't play
So don't be ****ing with me
Especially when I need all my pay
Ain't no exceptions bitch sun or rain
Oh now you ducking from me
Nah I ain't even 'bout to get mad
Y'all mother****ers desperate and it's so sad
And ****ers always got the same stale face if
they see I copped a whip or hopped up in a new place
With my new watch, and new rings
I came up, so it seems
With new goals, the same dreams
I get dough, by any means
I watch the signs
Watch the seasons
Watch these fools change
In front of your eyes
****** get wiped off the food chain
Hope for my demise
But it's only gon'bring you pain
Running around blind boy
Now watch me blow up
Butane