文本歌词

Puke (Explicit) - Beast Coast/Nyck Caution/Erick The Architect/Meechy Darko/AKTHESAVIOR/Joey Bada$$
Lyrics by：Jesse Cordasco/Erick Elliott/Demetri Simms/Akeem Joseph/Jo Vaughn Virginie
Composed by：Jesse Cordasco/Erick Elliott/Demetri Simms/Akeem Joseph/Jo Vaughn Virginie
Yeah
Broke within
I used to be broke and sin
A bad kid by the age of ten
Nowadays I don't pretend shh
Circle real tight and I don't trust broken men
Thought that you was solid but it won't cement
Cut ties with those guys haven't spoke to them yeah
You tried to play me like a fool
But the joke's on them
What you mean you squeamish
Just a monster entendre
A league competin' where no team could beat us
I cut them ties 'cause I need to see us
I earned my stripes like I need Adidas
In the Beamer with the ceilin' we don't need the rear
Beast Coast ball hard we don't need the deal
I am no Bogart and so neither was you
Better watch how you talk boy I will say action
Four pound blastin'
I grew up a f**kin' screw up you sick I'm lit
Whole world been on acid since I blew up
Climbed up countin' the loot up
You losers are just too much
I moved up and do not need new love
My lifestyle in turned by my left style
The best style since that n***a from Bed-Stuy
Watch me walk in that crowd flezuz christ in a flinch
Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
Hell raiser but he's heaven-sent
Pearly gates he's on the fence oh
Hell raiser but he's heaven-sent
The Pearly gates oh on the fence
Ak your Majesty
Think you're immortal
Come face the fatality
Hop out the portal like Morty
I take the last shot like I'm Horry
Head wrapped like you Ryu
Don't f**k with the boy
Money my language don't need no subtitles
I puff 'til I'm idle
Now each b***h I f**k wanna cuff and a title
Until I volcano erupt
I'm a liar get lost in the fire
Lost in the fire
Heard them throwin' shots again
You b***h n***as love the gossippin'
Big ballin' got a lot to spend
I don't even keep score b***h I got the win
They need me like oxygen
On me the whole block depend
Don't you ever try to box 'em in box 'em out
Faded off a shot of gin I'm Pacquiao
I hear the money callin'
Like a pocket-dial brr
Do what I wanna 'cause I'm poppin' now yeah
Made it this far ain't no stoppin' now no
No more freestyle gotta cop it now yeah
It goes straight to the top when I drop it now whoa
Let me live let me live let me live
I ain't never coppin' out
I'm just tryna do big though
Dream big but I'm still the same kid
Now we shook the champagne
So we pukin' out the window pukin'
Out the window
Lookin' out the window window
B***h I'm hella faded tryin'
Not to crash the Benzo
Pukin' out the window window
She says she don't dance
Bet she shake it for
These bands though whoa whoa
Can I live a little bit
Can I live a little bit
Ay
Drinkin' a little bit drinkin'
A little bit ay
Smokin' a little bitsmokin'
A little bit ay ay
Can I live a little bit
Can I live a little bit
Ay
Drinkin' a little bit drinkin'
A little bit ay
Smokin' a little bit smokin' a little bit ay