文本歌词

Take Me Home (feat. Slaine) (Explicit) - Chris Webby/Slaine
I'm a walking bad habit
E tabs up in the cabinet
Savage rap status
Vocabulary extravagant
A rock star popping rotches in bars
Used to flip bud now
Just rapping cop me a car
No telling Connecticut felon I GPS em
And find my mark like Magellan
With more lines than Corey Feldman
I never cease to impress em
I cardiac arrest em
With every studio session
I'm killing em no question
Webb's back better hold your
Breath when I'm rhyming homes
I murder beats
I'm Jonah Hex on the microphone
Fiends saying I'm the dopest yet
And haters I shrug em off until
My f**king shoulders sweat
I'm breaking bones a modern
Version of Casey Jones
Scored a hand I'm the winner
Playing the Game of Thrones
F**k beef my rapping style's filet mignon
Getting drunk f**k yo' driver
Somebody take me home
Take me home
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Watch for the cops
Hit the blinker when you switch
Take me home
Lanes cause you know
That I'm famous and I'm rich
Take me home
Eyes on the road take me home now butch
Take me home
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Watch for the cops
Hit the blinker when you switch
Take me home
Lanes cause you know
That I'm famous and I'm rich
Take me home
Eyes on the road take me home now butch
I know that I should change
But I don't really think I can
It's just part of my nature
I never cracked I never ran
The world was falling on me
When my back was in a jam
I always kept on fighting
That's exactly who I am
And this is who I am
No way that I can change it
I'm buckwild stupid and dangerous
My best friends are not strangers
These are the motherf**kers I hang with
We speak the same language
And I aingt saying French
English or Spanish or Spanglish
I mean pain and anguish
This coc*ine slanging bang bang sh*t
MAC 11s that we aim with
In other words I'm rolling
With the same clique I came with
I'm the sameness and f**k being famous
Fame dreams are for groupies
I'm a real life gangster that
You aingt seen in the movies
What I mean is I'm truly off the hook
Like a phone in a nursing home
Homie I'm that Boston crook
Take me home
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Watch for the cops
Hit the blinker when you switch
Take me home
Lanes cause you know
That I'm famous and I'm rich
Take me home
Eyes on the road
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Watch for the cops
Hit the blinker when you switch
Take me home
Lanes cause you know
That I'm famous and I'm rich
Take me home
Eyes on the road
Take me home now butch
I damage tracks so listeners
Always ran it back
Always with a half ounce
Stuffed into a sandwich bag
I kill it quickly and always
Keeping the realest with me
Stealing all the f**king
Insulin from Wilford Brimley
Diabetes rappers could never beat us
I been spitting sh*t like this
Since I was just a f**king fetus
Keep your chick with me
As long as she give dome
Rolling up the Diesel
I'm burning like Jim Rome
Butch
Yeah standing here's a man
With the past the inspiration
For the kids on the corner
But still got the laugh
Of a mental patient
The infiltration of the game
Born from a central hatred of fame
A pencil shaking with pain
An injured stake in the claim
From the wrath I became
My paragaph's insane are futuristic
Pictures of the past from which I came
And this is Slaine with
A shotty in the hooptie son
My whole career's a robbery that
They could never scoop me from
Take me home
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Watch for the cops
Hit the blinker when you switch
Take me home
Lanes cause you know
That I'm famous and I'm rich
Take me home
Eyes on the road
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Take me home now butch
Take me home
Watch for the cops
Hit the blinker when you switch
Take me home
Lanes cause you know
That I'm famous and I'm rich
Take me home
Eyes on the road
Take me home now butch