Twenty one pilots, A$AP Rocky - 2015 MTV Video Music Awards Performance lyrics
twenty one pilots [Tyler Joseph, Nick Thomas] Columbus, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Twenty one pilots, A$AP Rocky - 2015 MTV Video Music Awards Performance lyrics]
There's an infestation in
My mind's imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke
'Cause I'm smokin' them out the basement
A real boss don't move for nobody
But my shooter, he got plenty bodies
He hit anybody rappin' to prove nothin'
Just writin' to say somethin'
'Cause I wasn't the only one who
Wasn't rushin' to sayin' nothin'
Each and everybody, somebody
Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff
Nobody live
(Flacko Jodye stepped up in this
Bust my to ensure that all you rest in peace
Woo) can you save (Woo) , can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul? (Woo)
Can you save, can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul? (Hey)
For me, for me
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
(You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Talk about M's
Hope you're dead 'cause how could you
Sleep at a time like this? (Talk about M's)
People, they rhyme like this
We're all impressed by this (M's)
They rip it, flip it
But these are just triplets
(Make 'em talk about
Make 'em talk about M's)
Wrote this in three minutes
Three words to a line (Talk about M's)
It's just poetry divided, I'm the kind of guy
(Talk about M's) who takes every moment he
Knows he confided in (Talk about M's)
Music to use it for others to use it
(Talk about M's)
You're dead 'cause how could you sleep
At a time like this? (Talk about M's, M's)
I’m sorry if that question I asked last
Scared you a bit like a Hazmat
In a gas mask if you ask Zack
He’s my brother, he likes when I rap fast
Don't hold your breath, load your
Piece and then squeeze, then release
Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity
My morality
If you get in between someone I love and me
You’re gonna feel the heat of my cavalry
All these songs I’m hearing are so heartless
Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t
Trust a song that’s flawless
They say, "Stay in your lane, boy
(Lane, boy) , lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway
(Highway) , highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Get low)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I dream about her all day (All day)
I think about her with her clothes off
(Stay low, stay low)
I'm ridin' 'round with my system bumpin' LSD
I look for ways to say, "I love you"
(Stay low, stay low)
But I ain't into makin' love songs
(Are you ready? Are you ready?)
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD
(Here we go, let's do this, 1, 2)
1, 2, 3, go!
It started in Hollywood
Dreamin' of sharin' love
My tongue at a loss for words
Cause my feelings just said it all
Party just started up
(They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane
Boy") dreamin' of sharin' worlds
(But we go where we want to)
Held this feeling for way too long
(They think this thing is a highway, highway)
Said, "I really wanna let it go"
(But will they be alive tomorrow?)
Remembering the day
(Cause we both came to stay)
They call him "Pretty Flacko"
(And they call him Blurryface)
We're calling up our mommas with
No drama just to say
"Look momma, we made it, we're on the VMAs!"
(Ayy)
My mind's imagination
I hope that they choke on smoke
'Cause I'm smokin' them out the basement
A real boss don't move for nobody
But my shooter, he got plenty bodies
He hit anybody rappin' to prove nothin'
Just writin' to say somethin'
'Cause I wasn't the only one who
Wasn't rushin' to sayin' nothin'
Each and everybody, somebody
Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff
Nobody live
(Flacko Jodye stepped up in this
Bust my to ensure that all you rest in peace
Woo) can you save (Woo) , can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul? (Woo)
Can you save, can you save my
Can you save my heavydirtysoul? (Hey)
For me, for me
Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
(You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?)
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin' least (2 Chainz!)
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Talk about M's
Hope you're dead 'cause how could you
Sleep at a time like this? (Talk about M's)
People, they rhyme like this
We're all impressed by this (M's)
They rip it, flip it
But these are just triplets
(Make 'em talk about
Make 'em talk about M's)
Wrote this in three minutes
Three words to a line (Talk about M's)
It's just poetry divided, I'm the kind of guy
(Talk about M's) who takes every moment he
Knows he confided in (Talk about M's)
Music to use it for others to use it
(Talk about M's)
You're dead 'cause how could you sleep
At a time like this? (Talk about M's, M's)
I’m sorry if that question I asked last
Scared you a bit like a Hazmat
In a gas mask if you ask Zack
He’s my brother, he likes when I rap fast
Don't hold your breath, load your
Piece and then squeeze, then release
Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity
My morality
If you get in between someone I love and me
You’re gonna feel the heat of my cavalry
All these songs I’m hearing are so heartless
Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t
Trust a song that’s flawless
They say, "Stay in your lane, boy
(Lane, boy) , lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway
(Highway) , highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Get low)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I dream about her all day (All day)
I think about her with her clothes off
(Stay low, stay low)
I'm ridin' 'round with my system bumpin' LSD
I look for ways to say, "I love you"
(Stay low, stay low)
But I ain't into makin' love songs
(Are you ready? Are you ready?)
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD
(Here we go, let's do this, 1, 2)
1, 2, 3, go!
It started in Hollywood
Dreamin' of sharin' love
My tongue at a loss for words
Cause my feelings just said it all
Party just started up
(They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane
Boy") dreamin' of sharin' worlds
(But we go where we want to)
Held this feeling for way too long
(They think this thing is a highway, highway)
Said, "I really wanna let it go"
(But will they be alive tomorrow?)
Remembering the day
(Cause we both came to stay)
They call him "Pretty Flacko"
(And they call him Blurryface)
We're calling up our mommas with
No drama just to say
"Look momma, we made it, we're on the VMAs!"
(Ayy)