Russ - Mad* lyrics
Russ [Russell Vitale] Atlanta, Georgia/Secaucus, New Jersey, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Russ - Mad* lyrics]
Back to it, yeah
Okay, it's [?]
Yes I'm trouble
Yes I'm next and so's my huddle
Driving through this tunnel fast as I can, with no map or buckle
Even though we've lost some lives we're still tryna find ours
Any second your 15 minutes could turn into your final hour
I'm spying cowards dressed as captains
Getting passes off the words and not the actions
What the fuck is happening? (What the fuck is happening?)
Yeah, yeah, long hair
Yo [?], what the fuck you on?
Wrapped up in these visions of what tomorrow might be
Cruising 'round a small town, nothing here excites me
So I might be speeding, dreaming, headed to my refuge
By the time the futures the present
I've been thinking about the next move
LA for the summer, hopefully I'm never coming back
'Til I've got plaques, enough racks to buy a matte black
Gotti for my little sister, big dreams with a little liquor
Haha, yeah
Ohh, I know that it's coming
'Til then I'm living
Ohh, don't you worry 'bout a damn thing
I got you
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, just put this shit right
Dum-ditty, dum-dum, way out
Dum-ditty, dum-dum-dum, way out
Dum-ditty, dum-dum, ditty-dum
Yeah
You know I'm smooth like a mobster
Motherfuckers hating 'cause I got the
Juice 'cause I want it
Yeah, I'ma share it
"Be the voice and not the echo"
That's what my dad told me so I won't let go
Crew full of Kings so we smoking Sacramento
Pass around this Endo, getting high, then falsetto
Try not to get distracted by these stilletos with these chicas in them
But I'm sucker for Latinos so I'm deep up in them
Tryna find my reasoning, not finding anything
'Cause once they know you're getting everything they're down for anything, anything
Damn, I meant shit
DIEMON, yeah
Do it bitch
Okay, it's [?]
Yes I'm trouble
Yes I'm next and so's my huddle
Driving through this tunnel fast as I can, with no map or buckle
Even though we've lost some lives we're still tryna find ours
Any second your 15 minutes could turn into your final hour
I'm spying cowards dressed as captains
Getting passes off the words and not the actions
What the fuck is happening? (What the fuck is happening?)
Yeah, yeah, long hair
Yo [?], what the fuck you on?
Wrapped up in these visions of what tomorrow might be
Cruising 'round a small town, nothing here excites me
So I might be speeding, dreaming, headed to my refuge
By the time the futures the present
I've been thinking about the next move
LA for the summer, hopefully I'm never coming back
'Til I've got plaques, enough racks to buy a matte black
Gotti for my little sister, big dreams with a little liquor
Haha, yeah
Ohh, I know that it's coming
'Til then I'm living
Ohh, don't you worry 'bout a damn thing
I got you
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, just put this shit right
Dum-ditty, dum-dum, way out
Dum-ditty, dum-dum-dum, way out
Dum-ditty, dum-dum, ditty-dum
Yeah
You know I'm smooth like a mobster
Motherfuckers hating 'cause I got the
Juice 'cause I want it
Yeah, I'ma share it
"Be the voice and not the echo"
That's what my dad told me so I won't let go
Crew full of Kings so we smoking Sacramento
Pass around this Endo, getting high, then falsetto
Try not to get distracted by these stilletos with these chicas in them
But I'm sucker for Latinos so I'm deep up in them
Tryna find my reasoning, not finding anything
'Cause once they know you're getting everything they're down for anything, anything
Damn, I meant shit
DIEMON, yeah
Do it bitch