[Intro]
Oh fuck, it’s been a while since I rapped, 47
[Verse 1]
I guess it's been a while since I wrote a track
7-7-7 is in ID number, expensive bottles
I am drowning, drowning in destiny
I got 47 on my forearm
I don’t know what I've done this year
My drip – Niagara Falls
My drip – drips like sauce
My drip – like a fucking wax
I’d like to jump into the crowd a few more times before I die
A few, few, few dreams (u)
A few, few, few hundred-zloty bills (u)
Sometimes I lack energy (u)
God, god, god, god knows (u)
Sometimes I lack еnergy (oh God)
God, god, god, god, god, god, god, god damn
How many years have passеd
God, god damn
How long we’ve been doing the rap
Sometimes I don't appreciate how much I get at all
I don’t bake in general but the spliff is burning for that (ey)
It’s a fucked up time and screwed up me in it (ey)
Screwed up me because the fucking twisted times ( I’ll pour away the whiskey on the pavement for that)
If you ever tell me we all change because the money ( than we don’t give a fuck)
I don’t care what you’re saying about rapers
I don’t pay fucking attention to the rappers' scene if half of them lies
That what we’re doing will be always true and fresh
Even when the whole life would be dead loss like Mitchell & Ness
Bags under eyes – I am busy with the verses which will be written by stress
I prefer not to tell you what I’ve got in my mind
It’s enough you’ll feel the vibe and darkness
Oh fuck, it’s been a while since I rapped, 47
[Verse 1]
I guess it's been a while since I wrote a track
7-7-7 is in ID number, expensive bottles
I am drowning, drowning in destiny
I got 47 on my forearm
I don’t know what I've done this year
My drip – Niagara Falls
My drip – drips like sauce
My drip – like a fucking wax
I’d like to jump into the crowd a few more times before I die
A few, few, few dreams (u)
A few, few, few hundred-zloty bills (u)
Sometimes I lack energy (u)
God, god, god, god knows (u)
Sometimes I lack еnergy (oh God)
God, god, god, god, god, god, god, god damn
How many years have passеd
God, god damn
How long we’ve been doing the rap
Sometimes I don't appreciate how much I get at all
I don’t bake in general but the spliff is burning for that (ey)
It’s a fucked up time and screwed up me in it (ey)
Screwed up me because the fucking twisted times ( I’ll pour away the whiskey on the pavement for that)
If you ever tell me we all change because the money ( than we don’t give a fuck)
I don’t care what you’re saying about rapers
I don’t pay fucking attention to the rappers' scene if half of them lies
That what we’re doing will be always true and fresh
Even when the whole life would be dead loss like Mitchell & Ness
Bags under eyes – I am busy with the verses which will be written by stress
I prefer not to tell you what I’ve got in my mind
It’s enough you’ll feel the vibe and darkness
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