Guardin - concrete lyrics
guardin [Nicholas Jordan Kerr-Carpenter]
As we step into the new year, the music scene is already buzzing with excitement, and Guardin's latest release has set the tone for what promises to be an exhilarating musical journey. The track, infused with a fresh flow, has captured the hearts of fans who are expressing their enthusiasm in diverse ways. From praising the artist's consistency to highlighting the impeccable mix, the community is ablaze with positive affirmations. One fan aptly describes Guardin as a "F**KING LEGEND," emphasizing the artist's iconic status in their eyes.
[Guardin - concrete lyrics]
Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete
Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street
Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet
Step inside, lock the door behind me
Fuck you
Somebody must've hit they head on the concrete
Bloodshed, you were standin' at the end of my street
Watch me turn the knob quick, wipin' my feet
Step inside, lock the door behind me (Behind me)
Sittin' on that bench, contemplatin'
You a dumb fuck, stuck sitting thеre, waiting
Tryna blame me for thе problem inflating
Chemical X is not what you're creating
Back to the lab with your ass, you a goofy lab rat
Ratatat like it's cream on chrome (On chrome)
If I hit you with a text, you just gonna want sex
I don't want that, I'ma go home (Go home)
Smoke a few trees and invest in Gail Lewis signed vests
I'm a problem incase you didn't know (Didn't know)
This shit's not me, I confess, I'm the puppeteer's best
I am geeked, sittin', bumpin' Mike Jones (Mike Jones), uh
Woah, oh, oh (Oh-oh)
Woah, woah-oh
Woah-oh