Paroles de '2000 Rounds (feat. Ghostemane)' par Pouya

Flex, go off

Another thousand at your face, you gon' remember me
Better run and hide, no one's safe, you are no friend of me
Blackmage and buffet the sets, everything else finna get a dagger up in your chest
Summonin' Baphomet, I met him then I jump to my death (yuh)

Swangin' like an orangutan, bloodstains gon' hit the floor
I broke my nose and forgot my name
And who the fuck gon' take me home?
Lost my phone in the pit, swang and I missed
Kicked in the jaw for flamin' a bitch
My eyes twitchin' from the blood dripping
Hundred one thugs and they roll with me
Got a mini-mac in the Cadillac
With a thousand rounds that'il send you back
To your granny's house with your panties out
Got you looking like a fuckin' faggot now
You can't hang with me
Stay low-key, that's my mystique
Grew a tree and bought a hammock just to hang my feet, yuh

I thought I'd be dead by now
Comin' up and never goin' back
Never goin' back to when nobody had my back
Still, I won't crack a smile until the pain hits the brakes and just eases up off of me
Let me breathe (let me breathe), let me breathe
Why can I not keep up with all of the self-deprecation, brain fadin'
Leave me to die on the pavement (I never wanted this)
I fucked that bitch (ayy) till she bled on me
Under the trees at night, dirt all on her hands and feet
Then left her red on read, alone like she found me
I'm cursed to die alone, I think I hear my daddy callin' me