Danny Brown, Run The Jewels - 3 Tearz lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown, Run The Jewels - 3 Tearz lyrics]
Haha, we went to school, we was doin' JPEGs
Check
Used to cut the rock with no glove on (Step)
Shove on, for the block, develop a love jones
(yeah)
The reason why your ho got them rug burns
(Ah)
It's no limit, call me Mr serv-On (yeah)
Work all day 'til the work gone (Step)
Talkin' back in the day when
I had a chirp phone (Boop)
My nigga made a wrong turn
Got flipped in the zone
Had to say I was a smoker
Just so I could go home (Home)
Every day, another episode (Step)
I'm just tryna hear the
Beat like the stethoscope (yeah)
Like my bass lines thick, like a Texas ho
It was written, but the signature not legible
(Nah) drink so much, I could drown a fish
On some other shit (Step)
A demon on the hunt for the succubus (Step)
Why you on some pedo shit? Hit
It then fuck her bitch
I don't think you know
Who you're fuckin' with (yeah)
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it (Step)
I don't care about nothin', nothin' (No)
Two tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin' (Step)
Danny, it's dangerous
Run The Jewels is chaos in arrangements
Shit'll give your fuckface a facelift
Poppa did the Triple Lindsy flip
When the 'caine hit
Mama never met a bottle that
She couldn't drain quick (Ayy)
Stuck in a rude mood
The fuck shit approaches
Like we believe in nothin' Lebowski
(Yes, Lebowski) , there's no motive
I babble on, tryna get bags like
"Fuck all of 'em" death is on my couch and
I'm telling' him jokes, stallin' him
Plus, I offer one of my smokes
He smoked all of 'em (Fuck, man)
True doom, eat up your crew, like MM fOOD
Say the name, it's like you prayin' for pain
But you rude
Got a brain? You gon' move it or lose it
You screwed
I'm profane, it's deranged, it is sick
Real shit if I'm correct
The really cool kids prolly callin' it lit
(Hey kids) call it shit that I am culling
From my brain with a switch
Hold my beer, I'm 'bout to go and get rich
Motherfuckers
Three tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Three tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin', hol' up
I don't give a fuck 'bout Trump
Who got dump? Who protesting collections at
Their garbage dump?
And I don't really give a
Fuck about givin' a fuck
And who feels that black
Celebrities ain't givin' enough
Give 'em the dick fat, slick son of a bitch
Better than you are
What you are's the son of a whore
My dad told me that your mom
Was somethin' mean on her knees
But thank God we ain't related
'cause she swallowed the seeds
Happy belated
I'm elated to know we ain't related
So tell your special kids stop
Saying Auntie Shana my lady
I sip on fine wines
Fine dine with dimes and nines
I got an Einstein mind and I still tote iron
I'm a P-IM-P in my own rhyme
Space-age gorilla pimpin' out the
Cage with mine
Would you steal for me, nigga?
If it's goddamn mine
Would you kill for me, nigga?
Bitch, you out your goddamn mind
And that's goddamn right, I'm goddamn Mike
Win in the end like Tina did goddamn Ike
Three tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Three tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin', hol' up
Three tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'
Three tears in a bucket, fuck it
I don't care about nothin', nothin'