Judas

歌手: Spillage Village JID Ari Lennox Chance the Rapper Buddy Masego • 专辑:Spilligion • 发布时间:2020-09-25
作词 : Ahmanti Booker/Chancellor Johnathan Bennett/Courtney Salter/Destin Route/James Paul Cooley/Micah Davis/Simmie Sims III
 作曲 : Ahmanti Booker/Chancellor Johnathan Bennett/Courtney Salter/Destin Route/James Paul Cooley/Micah Davis/Simmie Sims III
 Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
 Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh
 Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more
 Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, ooh, ooh
 My baby, my baby
 Why you treat me so cold?
 You, put me out on the side of the road
 I had my own thing going way before you came along
 Now it's 3:45 in the morn' and I've been up callin' you phone
 (Uh)
 Spillin' drinks on my clothes
 She throwin' hands 'bout some hoes in my DM's, tryna be low
 I gotta go, I got goals, I got shows, for sure
 They out sold, I don't sell my soul
 My soul sails, no parasails
 My paragraphs jail, well life real
 Life, know real, I persevere from out the lion grill
 To my defense, you just offended 'cause you ride the bench
 I'm sidin' with God, ridin' with y'all got me in problems
 Findin' my flaws, I feel a force, I'm, built for it, fortified
 It ain't 1954, I ain't your nigga, boy
 One hand Glock, John Hancock
 Want a signature?
 Send the coordinates, drop a pin, I'm feelin' immature
 Centaurs rumblin' through the forest, check your temperature
 **** niggas, bitch
 You cry, when I'm, ridin' your day
 You cry, when I'm, ridin' your day
 You cry, when I'm, ridin' your day
 We're always fighting (Fighting)
 You always leave (You always leave)
 Until he drowning (Until he drowning)
 Eventually (Eventually)
 Her mind's on money (Money)
 My mind's on green (Mind's on green)
 Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing)
 Yes indeed (Yes indeed)
 Runnin' through the maze like lab rat
 Or an Indian in the field with a hazmat
 Runnin' away from small pox, packin' like backpacks
 Stack up your Andrew Jacks, 'til you come back like clap backs
 No cap, no capitalist, billionnaire back tax
 No black Batman, countin' Benjamin Afflecks
 But once you get that money they gon' say you don't act black
 I said I might be lightskin, bitch, but I'm matte black
 I know many moochers like Cab
 They like to use us like movers in Ubers and cabs
 Uncle Sam is the one that really could use a hijab
 It's hard to face it when you used to usin' ghostfaces
 I could hardly blame my people for confusin' bags
 You should brag, I refuse to beg
 I'm a howling wolf, pull up in that chess records who's your dad? (Skrrr)
 I know my freedom papers ain't my payment stubs
 But how could you blame a nigga just for chasin' tubs
 We're always fighting (Fighting)
 You always leave (You always leave)
 Until he drowning (Until he drowning)
 Eventually (Eventually)
 Her mind's on money (Money)
 My mind's on green (Mind's on green)
 Yeah, you're enticing (Enticing)
 Yes indeed (Yes indeed)
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