Lyrics:
Riot
It's riot
I hear ratatat
Sirens I hear Sirens
Said it's fuck the SAPS
Wylin
Yo we Wylin
Youth keep fighting back
Dying
See us dying
Told to live
Can you see by ears?
Chorus:
Here we go to the Alps
Through the pain with silence
Creating new worlds
For new lives
We’ve came to spark; we are
And alone, and you need a companion (money)
You can ring-ting-a-ling for the maid
If you happen to be rich (money)
And you find you are left by your lover
it matters
We climax, without the ladder
Can't desert the future, no Nevada
Her body is a weapon, ratatat her
I spent the night in heaven, I slept with
lovers
A man in his mid-twenties walked by with a Dalmatian
You and me were calling emotional addresses
Unanswered again
Unanswered again
Maybe a family
talking flying first class
To the Alps and shit
Okay ugh
Roll and smoke an ounce of it
I’m talking light it pass around
And puff and pass the spliff
Okay
Poprowadź mnie przez szczyty Alp
Gdzie każdy dzień będzie czegoś wart
Gdzie dawnych win nie znajdzie nikt
A dobrem Twym zamaluje wstyd
Kochałem
Fucking concurrence à vomir!
Entre Drive-by en bolide! Zlat'Hayce
Compte plaider la folie!
Dès l'enfance on est
Différent comme 2-Chainz!
C'est le diable
back, pussy
I'll never do no song with no rat, pussy
Put a Lego in a stick, it rat-a-tat, pussy
I don't wanna talk, go and catch a hat, pussy
Big
lived it
We say it, we mean it,
Wrappin' up, clappin', you let me know
High triple beam it, beam it
I'm that ratatat,
Baby's bitch, 305
He said he
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
And I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,
By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,
What I depict on scripts too much for the mandem,
much of a force to contain,
And im forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,
By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,
And I pit
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
shot, bitch
Let's fuck up the program
Get stopped by cops, smoking on Rosecrans
Make a little cash
They wanna put me in a toe tag
Thrown and locked in
the angels play you are.
You're like Paris in April and May
You're New York on a silvery day.
A Swiss Alp as the sun grows fainter,
You're Loch Lomond
mixed with new raps
Look at all the niggas that I blew past
Hood by Air, to the durag
Nigga make way for the new jacks
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh,
Think about the smarts, words said of wise
Do it like paz and I do it like Nas
You got two small fries by the size
And I get a gat, two times, two
Hey
Seen nothing like that shorty with the fat back movin' to the vibes (vibes)
Say, I'm just up in my habitat, play a little Ratatat
Kick it
want my toes sucked
Hook
Verse 3:
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
My 12 12, well, they carried my bricks
And them 12 12s, fiends they're
Be-side to "December Will Be Magic Again" single
Written by Kate Bush
Warm and soothing,
That's how I remember home.
Walking into arms
Through
real, yo
We murder by numbers
Tastin' cheeba, sippin' tea in a coupe
Silencer, that's
Lay you under cars eat your fruit
Will more stripes than Adidas set
James, come on home
You've been gone too long baby
We can't let our hero die alone
We miss you day and night
You left town to live by the rifle
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