Текст песни slowthai — BB (BODYBAG)

Hello dear

Look in my eyes, what you lookin’ at me for? (Me for)
You ain’t seen a strap, I got cats in flats
With , lean like Eeyore (Eeyore)
Mom said, «Son, don’t play with guns» (Guns)
But the voice in my head kill everyone
Put a boy in the ER (ER)
One phone call can get a man gone
Pullin’ up to the blacktop, B’More
You play too many games, these boys live in VR
I hate liars so I set fires, time up, then we pull with pliers
Boxin’, your teeth, huh? (Baow)
Gimme the loot, I had the loot
Call up the troops, too quick to shoot
No football boots, been the same since youth
And laugh, one cute, like K-K, K-K
You smoke too much kale,
We don’t do ale, man don’t fail
Brother got twelve for a kidnap and didn’t get no bail
Make this dyin’, like this in the room and they should’ve stayed quiet (Shh)
Move in silence, then we get violent (Brrt)
Wet a boy up and a is just not beside him
You don’t know me, cat’s O-D
Had to watch them die and shit gave me nightmares
Head in my hands, I was cryin’, airway spinnin’ in the right lane
Reach to your right and these lines that you’re hypin’
Need to be enlightened, road to recruitment light it up like a four
Oh shoot, what you know about lyin’? What you know about lyin’?

My young lord (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
Shootin’ star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)

Talkin’ wicked, man, you’re a dickhead, man, I break jaws
Round of applause, redefine physics
When you went to a spirit, let nature take cause
Blick, bang, blink and you miss it
If you went on the door, then you bottom out, raw
Bangin’ on the floor for a near point four, shit, are you different? Draw
Check your bottoms, your socks, take tails from sharks
‘Caue I never had a lot and I wanted more
Got a boy in a box, put a hole in the door
My name’s Roy Short, I’m a pretty boy, course
Litty boy Short get fucked on all four
Real men don’t ever, ever say pause
Bringin’ out my giff-gaff
You get Christmas gift-wrapped, call me Santa Claus
Bant with me, we don’t laugh or speak
I can see you’re weak, had to tuck your tail
Tuck your chain, what you know about pain?
I can see it in your face, you’re a pussy, you’re frail
, got so high that I violate
Sniff cocaine ’til my eyes go dilate
I’ma die lit, like dire straits
How I move so far away? Somethin’ man
Get beat up and they wan’ play victim
If this was a movie, I’ll be the villain
You’ll be the bitch I’m killin’
Coin in the well, keep wishin’, shit could’ve been so different
Now on your grave, I’m pissin’, rest in peace, you dickhead

My young lord (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
Shootin’ star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)
My young lord (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
Shootin’ star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)