Sewerperson, Swaine - eastwing nv5 lyrics
[Sewerperson, Swaine - eastwing nv5 lyrics]
Scotty eric, look at me
Let's go
Double dose, I'm tryna max out while away
You need doc, you're just a hop on the way
(On the way)
Custom paint, leather sheets matte grey
(Matte grey)
Go in the streets, I feel like Batman today
(Oh, let's go, whoosh)
Woah, SP5DER brand hoodie
I feel like Spider-Man today
Purple brand jeans with this
Ferri on my waist (On my waist)
Asterisks in my cup but still I
Won't give you a taste (Won't give)
Bring the EMF reader 'cause we
Hopping in the wraith
Woah, I been goin' too early
Lately you would think I had pre-cum
You would think I employed her how
She gunnin' for my pay stub
My bitch bought some Marley's just to
Listеn to her one love
I don't feel thе beef, I leave it on read
I turn it cold cuts (Cold cuts)
Watch-watch it fall into place
Sweatin' through Valentina
Underneath I love the BAPE
I'm so high, I'm Superman
I just need me a cape
She feelin' the boss kickin'
Like Beyond Scared Straight, damn
Double dose, I'm tryna max out while away
(Let's go)
You need doc, you're just a hop on the way
(On the way)
Custom paint, leather sheets matte grey
(Matte grey)
Go in the streets, I feel like Batman today
Uh, feel like Batman today
I be rich like Bruce Wayne
Better than Kobe, my aim
Uh, there ain't nothin' to explain
Pins and needles in my brain
You boys missed the fuckin' train
Uh, so wanted now spittin' bar
Gifted view like Santa came to town
Open up the fuckin' present
Look inside and wow
Poppin' out like chicks and
Cakes, I'm handsomer somehow, ah
And I might take a bitch to Turks and Caicos
Under sun and under sheets we fuckin' good
Save some for later look me in my eyes
I fix you good like fuckin' Mater
'Round the dome, baby Corleone or Montana
What's your flavour?
Wait with bated breath to hear the
Words come out her face
I'll be honest baby girl
I'm dipping quick if I'm not favoured
Feel like Patrick Bateman
I'm psychotic in the brain
It might be you, it might be me
I think it's you, you fucking stranger
Danger nV made another major hit
Underground's a sham it's all
Collapsing under same shit, uh
Everybody sounds the same and shit, uh
I wouldn't be caught dead in
The graveyard of it
And the saints star-studded
Everybody think they close but really
Y'all far from it
Made this song and still hum it
Break a sweat, you still runnin'
It's the only shit inside the bakery
You can't bun it (Bun it)
Let's go
Double dose, I'm tryna max out while away
You need doc, you're just a hop on the way
(On the way)
Custom paint, leather sheets matte grey
(Matte grey)
Go in the streets, I feel like Batman today
(Oh, let's go, whoosh)
Woah, SP5DER brand hoodie
I feel like Spider-Man today
Purple brand jeans with this
Ferri on my waist (On my waist)
Asterisks in my cup but still I
Won't give you a taste (Won't give)
Bring the EMF reader 'cause we
Hopping in the wraith
Woah, I been goin' too early
Lately you would think I had pre-cum
You would think I employed her how
She gunnin' for my pay stub
My bitch bought some Marley's just to
Listеn to her one love
I don't feel thе beef, I leave it on read
I turn it cold cuts (Cold cuts)
Watch-watch it fall into place
Sweatin' through Valentina
Underneath I love the BAPE
I'm so high, I'm Superman
I just need me a cape
She feelin' the boss kickin'
Like Beyond Scared Straight, damn
Double dose, I'm tryna max out while away
(Let's go)
You need doc, you're just a hop on the way
(On the way)
Custom paint, leather sheets matte grey
(Matte grey)
Go in the streets, I feel like Batman today
Uh, feel like Batman today
I be rich like Bruce Wayne
Better than Kobe, my aim
Uh, there ain't nothin' to explain
Pins and needles in my brain
You boys missed the fuckin' train
Uh, so wanted now spittin' bar
Gifted view like Santa came to town
Open up the fuckin' present
Look inside and wow
Poppin' out like chicks and
Cakes, I'm handsomer somehow, ah
And I might take a bitch to Turks and Caicos
Under sun and under sheets we fuckin' good
Save some for later look me in my eyes
I fix you good like fuckin' Mater
'Round the dome, baby Corleone or Montana
What's your flavour?
Wait with bated breath to hear the
Words come out her face
I'll be honest baby girl
I'm dipping quick if I'm not favoured
Feel like Patrick Bateman
I'm psychotic in the brain
It might be you, it might be me
I think it's you, you fucking stranger
Danger nV made another major hit
Underground's a sham it's all
Collapsing under same shit, uh
Everybody sounds the same and shit, uh
I wouldn't be caught dead in
The graveyard of it
And the saints star-studded
Everybody think they close but really
Y'all far from it
Made this song and still hum it
Break a sweat, you still runnin'
It's the only shit inside the bakery
You can't bun it (Bun it)