Vince Staples & Larry Fisherman Sleep ft. Da$h, Ab-Soul & Mac Miller tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

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[Verse 1: Da$h]

Catch me on a drunk night, throwing up a dirt bike

English dikes on the back and they screaming, "Fuck life!"

To be honest, only fuck twice

My drug jacket got the thug stripes

I'm glad they hate me, they ain't love Christ or Mike Jordan either

Dip my blunts in ether, chase the last name of Aretha

When they hear me through the speakers

Man these niggas know I mean it

The mannerisms of a genius, models down to seen it

The flow is scenic, the ho is black, the car is European

Cream soda when we put the lean in

Fuck your team, your clique, whatever you banging

I come through blunt lit, bucket low, nuts hanging

Like nigga what? Nigga yawk! Niggas know me

The fucking dollar, crossed to the dark side so it's fuck Obi Kenobi

You active, motherfucker then show me

I tell your fucking wife to blow me

Nigga, it's still fuck you (Still fuck you)


[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Yo, still searching for Easter pink on Easter Sunday

Black lip pastor Herb done lit the herb and passed it your way

Master with the nouns and verbs, you haven't heard the wordplay?

I'm the most def here, shouts to black Dante

The stakes is high, who'd like to climb on my gate

Live from the last name of Kanye

I heard your whoop de whoop and blase blases

So when I cut you off consider Kendrick Lamar

You know it's all in the family tree

The helix of my DNA should read T-D-E, what can I say?

I left a acid tab for Da$h on his dashboard

I hope he don't crash trying to dash for it

Your bitch fucking like, like I paid cash for it

Motherfucker, Soul!


[Verse 3: Mac Miller]

It's Young Fisherman sinking in Lake Michigan

Innocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie Riperton

Getting lit exquisite bitch, live from the Wimbledon

Still sinning as Bill Clinton, that's ill pimping

She butt-naked swimming, I'm paying her no attention

Workaholic, got a TV show, I know you seen the crib

Nasty since a younging it's unsanitary birth

Watch this beat get buried in a hearse, yeah I kill myself

Mac hippy analog, rap midi turn the cameras off

I made you snap, I'll slap your bandana off

Your bitch greet me like I'm Santa Claus

Mouth wide, I'm high as a satellite see

I'm in ancient Greece getting head from Aphrodite

Mac is mighty, got a bunch of whities actin' like me

I set the bar high, this a bizarre ride, word to Pharcyde

In plaid pants, hit a hole in one on the par 5

Eyes closed drinking whiskey, let the car drive

These hoes thirsty, see the dick and they large-eyed


[Verse 4: Vince Staples]

Never gave a dollar to the pastor

Hoes can't get inside my home without the password

My past worth was measured by those who got less then now

Safe to say you motherfuckers know you like my style

Paved the way for they new found vision

Now they mad at a nigga, call me dad when you preaching boy

Never one for tripping, find me full-speed sprinting

While they yelling coldchain

Please tell me what it is and what it ain't

Niggas sniffling, catching feelings while I'm laughing to the bank

Chasing bitches that they'll probably never get, what a shame

Meanwhile I'll be sitting in this critical acclaim

Walking drowsy off a plane, drinking water in the rain

With your daughter trying to garnish her brain for future reference

I'm some shit you'll never see in the game

And if I could I'd explain, but this right here's the end 

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