Nightmares of the Bottom-Karaoke's Grand Band

歌手 : Karaoke's Grand Band

专辑 : Flash Karaoke 2013

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:24

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TXT Nightmares of the Bottom-Karaoke's Grand Band 文本歌词

Nightmares of the Bottom (Karaoke Version) - Karaoke's Grand Band

Sleepin' at the top

Nightmares of the bottom

Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em

But who am I to talk

I ain't shittin' roses

We in in the same picture

But we all got different poses

Now I'm looking in my rear view

I see the world in it

I try to slow down

And I get rear ended

Pause Like a red light

I'm dead right

Highway to Heaven

God do you see my headlights

They say

“you don't know

What you're doing till you stop doing it”

Well call me clueless cause I do this

Attention all shooters I'm a shooting star

Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par

I'm searching for today instead

I found tomorrow

And I put that sh*t right back like

I'll see what I find tomorrow

Young Money CMR I'm Blood like a scar

I'm Weezy F baby and the F aint for “Flaw”

Yep yeah yep yep

It's like I have it all

But I don't have to worry

Married to the money

A true love story

Only God can judge me

I don't need a jury

Nothing standing in my way

Like nothings my security

Back to my journey

That b******t don't concern me

If I knew I was going to jail

I would have f-cked my attorney

If you sleeping on me

Than I hope you toss and turning

I'm so cold I'm hypothermic

Ask yo b**ch she will confirm it

Yeah

Now what we doing with it

You keep opening ya grill

I'm barbequeing with it

I know my sh*t already tight

So I aint screwing with it

Some say this sh*t is a joke

Well I hope they get it

Ok I'm walking on needles

Sticking to the point

Yeah the streets is talking

I'm familiar with the voice

I'm a gangsta by choice

I hope my son's choose wiser

And don't call me sir call me survivor

Yeah

Uh call me killer

Cause I make a killin

I got this sh*t wrapped up

Bow and a ribbon

Thats them twin Glocks

You can call them siblings

And them bullets travel

Better hope I keep dribblin'

I touch the sky

Get the clouds out my fingernails

These b**ches think they fly

Like tinkerbell

But they all on my wire

Like Stringer Bell

I let them be

Cause you know how the sting'll feel

Know how to whip that white girl

I can spank her tail

And I f-ck up any track train derail

Know how to roll never need training wheels

And when the truth hurts I pop pain pills

Uh All or nothing or nothing else

I bleed reality I should cut myself

Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth

And the F is for F-ck Yourself

And I aint doing nothin' but getting my share

Breathin' this air

And Mack mom's told me she gon keep me

In her prayers

So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware

And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there

To my niggas in the game keep the game fair

Players play coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer

I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear

Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear

Uhhh