Lyrics:
Martin Garrix、Clinton Kane - Drown (Martin·Carlos Booteg)
Written by：Clinton Kane、Martijn Garritsen、Johnny Coffer、Jake Torrey、Steve Rusch
Composed
about the surface
But I'm still yet to scratch it, no Martin Garrix
I got, punchlines and hooks, Adonis creed
I'm the greatest like Ali, makeup stains
earlier
I tell u party animals be wildin
No Martin Garrix
Maybe I should cherish
This life
Even tho this was an
Invitation to a party that I didn't wanna go
96.7 was playing a song called animals by Martin Garrix it was amazing
He told his mom to turn it up that nigga was going crazy
And when the song was
origami
Sono un dio, un fuckboy
Deshigami
Sto scopando merda e 130 all'ora
Tipo Martin Garrix
Si vola!
Io sono un fuckboy
Sono zozzo baboy
Mi piace la
shit, we made us
The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis
Big's the smart one on the low like Dean Martin
We came in this game, not begging niggas
dropped down
Martin County officials on scene
About 6:30 this morning, one of the fire trucks passing by
Sittin' up higher than a car would
Was able
Copper Helicopter when I'm playing golf (fore)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, hooah, hooah, hooah
Yeah, I got bitches by the catalogue playing leapfrog
Throw up my feet because my shoes too sick, I dos this
AP in the AM, by the afternoon the jewels switch
Day to day, there's so many chains, I can outdo
to www.fuckthemmotherfuckersradio
Where you will only hear racial shit
E plural pursued 'em, all seein' eye, ocular exam
The Apocalypse, back by popular demand
Innocuous but
the suburb sipping peach and passionfruit
Helicopter crash by the kindergarten
Maybe it was fate maybe fate didn't sabotage it
One child is dead that's
niggas flyin' me weed in by helicopter
You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz
You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend
Down
The paint is peelin?
don't shop for car parts
Park my car on the side of
The road by an Aston Martin
In a Versace helicopter
Never speaking proper
Pull up at the doctor's
Before R. Kelly had his teens.. Wutang had their cream
Slick Rick had his rings... crack rock had it's fiends
Martin Luther had his dreams, Stevie
Martin Luther aspirations
Malcolm X's aggravation
Back for the lacerations
Soft for the act of hating
Smoke like I'm half jamaican
I'm fried like a pack
as hell so I had to drop the streets
till I got saved by them bells like I walk a harder street
come and get your bitch cause your dog is off the leash
tree chopped.
Maybe Martin Scorsese's new movie just flopped, or
maybe some baby in a groovy helicopter.
We do, we do nothing but hold the window shut
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