Love-sadKID, Aaron Cartier, Yung Skrrt - 27 Club lyrics

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Tell the whole world that I'm on now
I don't wanna have to take a breather at all
Gotta move alone till you calm down
Till I come down but I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
Fuck reality I'd rather keep it alive
Going to the top, why would I slow down
But at some point gotta come down

Yeah, always in the sky never had to lie
Didn't wanna fly too close to the sun
Always in the sky pray that I don't die
Didn't wanna fly too close to the-

They know Aaron Cartier done been a problem
Bitch I'm a problem
Call the concierge I left that bag in London
When I was in London
Catch mе speedin in that
Racer like I'm Lando like I'm Lando
All thеse faces facing me feel like a pharaoh
Look like Mount Rushmore

Still running through and I'm throwing a fit
You never be on the bus
Can't roll with the kid
I be a killa with the mindset
Take a little bit of what I
Spit and get behind it
I just wanna chill and get
A milli with a dimepiece
Off of the top with the box cut
Afro style in a mosh pit, ay
Still too bright you need use shades
Still too fresh need Cartier

Tell the whole world that I'm on now
I don't wanna have to take a breather at all
Gotta move alone till you calm down
Till I come down but I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
Fuck reality I'd rather keep it alive
Going to the top, why would I slow down
But at some point gotta come down

Peep the syllabus

Sick of the rhythm I said spittin the lyrics
I've been ripping the writtens
Rap sheet full of bars lookin
Like it's Death Note let's go
Bustin out the speakers in your headphones
They're the only reason
That you're keeping what I'm
Singing in your head
Won't see me ever living with the dead
Homie
Bet you'll never catch me sipping silly
With no bread on me never getting past that
I don't wanna slack or relax on track
Back, back of the club with
A stack of the cash
Actually nasty when writing the raps
Fact is my practice is counting racks
Pop dollar, hotbox the disco
Hot pan, hot grease with the Crisco
Get fried, get lit, let a bitch know

Make the money go tenfold

Still running through and I'm throwing a fit
You never be on the bus
Can't roll with the kid
I be a killa with the mindset
Take a little bit of what I
Spit and get behind it
I just wanna chill and get
A milli with a dimepiece
Off of the top with the box cut
Afro style in a mosh pit, ay
Still too bright you need use shades
Still too fresh need Cartier

Tell the whole world that I'm on now
I don't wanna have to take a breather at all
Gotta move alone till you calm down
Till I come down but I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
Fuck reality I'd rather keep it alive
Going to the top, why would I slow down
But at some point gotta come down

Give 'em all a show, they say
Give 'em all a show, they say
What you wanna know today?
I don't ever hide from them
I don't really have a say
You wouldn't notice anyway
Think I'll become immortal
I'll be waiting for the day I'm
Not a mortal no more
Until I'm not immortal no more
Give 'em all a show, they say
Sorry if it sounds informal
Wasn't wanting this to happen
Never normal before
The 27 club needs your answer

Come down but I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down
But I'm living in heaven
Don't make me come down