文本歌词

Dumplin - Devlin
It's
D-E-V to the Z And
When I say don't get left broke Nah
I don't mean left in the red Them
Guys can have plenty of cash But
When it comes to comparison
They're looking to lack I'm
Looking to stack money piles quicker than flats
So they can Stop
Looking at me and start looking at that But
F**k it I'm broke for the minute Oh
Well at least I got a hold on my lyrics They
Can have cash I got soul I got spirit I
Keep my head out of the heavens And
Close to the ground like midgets With
Damn dirty lyrics that are rising Define
The aspects of physics I'm
That blue vodka drink that
Your girls been sippin at the bar all night Yeah
I'm WKD I'm wicked Haters
I'll be more specific you can suck ****
Or send your best wishes Your
Girl didn't give the crew kisses After
10 ****s her cunt smelt of fishes Slut
On her knees surrounded by willies Your
Girls grimey like my bars are
I'm like tracy chapman
I wanna drive away in a fast car Wish
I could drive to where the moon and the stars are From
A place where the people are dirt poor
Keep an eye on the queens head that's
What you'll get hurt for You'll
See violence the same as a blood and crip turf war And
The bars keep dragging like a night shift I'll
Tell 'em get back on the bike like ryan nyquist They
Aint never seen or heard of nothing like this Nah
I'm killing it with tightness
Every time I ride this It's
Devz I'm full of surprises I
Wanna touch the sky like high rises I
Re-wrote the whole of the script Turned
Out the lights and left em in the dark
Like a solar eclipse Stay
Close to the beats like when you slowdance
With your girl got a hold Of
Her hips All
We hold round here is chibs Emoitonless
Kids that are pissed where they live Coppers
That are quick to be pricks You
Could be abiding the law and
You could still get nicked Me
I'm too quick I aint never been nicked There's
Been some close calls I've
Had to jump walls I've
Been running through schools
And stashing up tools None
Of them coppers aint knocked
What I live like I'm
Not a gangster definitely not
I'm just trapped in the lands of ciminality Reality
Stepping in rapidly
My right hand works like
It's powered mechanically My
Sh*t is all self explanatory I'm
Just trying to save their sanity But
They can pay for enlightenment five
Pound for my cd this aint no Charity
Devz's
Got a killer vocabulary All
Mad at me thought they be glad for me But
Hating's un-holy like blasphe my If
You don't like me don't chat to me I'm
Putting in the hours like a worker in the factory I
Got weights on my back like a shirt or a sweater I'll
Stick to the spitting for worse or for better I'm
Waiting to go through the worst of the weather The
Other side must be better I've
Been hung out to dry now
I've come back to try Defining
The art of lyrical criminal rhymes
Last moment the old times
They wanna tell me that
I'm the best spitter whos white I'm
Just the best full stop None
Of them couldn't step in then stop If
They stop then I make em walk off side
It's time these haters behave We
F**k it up all over the country in a rave Me
Ghetts slice and lunar we all get paid