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Why I like this song lol
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穿って 穿って不可解な衝動
荒んで 荒んで 予測不可能な回答
曜日すら分かってない 今日を生きぬくことで痛いくらい
この日々に伝っては笑ってる
言葉で伝えても 交わることはない
異を唱えても 正義とか悪だとか
主観でしか はかれないもんなら
心外とか言われようが 自分でいられる場所なんだ
勘違いしないで 心見失わないで
君を知りたいよ 善悪もない境界線へ
このままじゃ がらんどうのままだ 満たされないこの街で
起死回生 そう最後だ 盤上の一手
歯食いしばって ただ足掻いて もう戻れない夜を
君と超えろ そうずっと繋いでいた 胸に秘めたの
正しい世界で会えるといいね
いつだって冗談めいた声が喉奥でつかえる音が
満たしたんだ まだ終わっちゃいないぜ
大どんでん返しを
しょうがないね 冗談だってわかっている
憧れなんて捨て去ってしまってまいっている
ぱっとしない将来の前に 重々承知わかっている
本音は性根が腐ってんだ 不幸を願っている
自分がわかんないよ
とりとめのない数奇な運命よ
胸を打つ 憑りつかれた言葉
脳裏に焼き付いたまま
奈落の底から這いあがる人生
あるいは将来に希望の花を手向けると今も
祈っていた まだ繋いでいた 夢にみてたの
新しい世界に僕はいないけど
いつだって冗談めいた声が喉奥でつかえる音が
満たしたんだ まだ終わっちゃいないぜ
大どんでん返しを
孤独な闇の中で泣いていた
それでも後悔などない感情
宝石のように輝く 奪われることない光を
起死回生 そう最後だ 盤上の一手
歯食いしばって ただ足掻いて もう戻れない夜を
君と超えろ そうずっと繋いでいた 胸に秘めたの
正しい世界で会えるといいね
いつだって冗談めいた声が喉奥でつかえる音が
満たしたんだ まだ終わっちゃいないぜ
大どんでん返しを
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Eve ; INSOMIA
Remy Boyz, yeah
1738, ayy
I'm like, "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remix it for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talking matching lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
And I get high with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (my baby)
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello"
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
It's Big ZooWap from the bando, remind me where I can't go
Remy Boyz got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
Boy, how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap, I'm living fifty thousand K, how I stand tho
If you checking for my pockets, I'm like
And I get high with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (my baby)
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (my baby)
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (my baby)
I be in the kitchen cooking pies
I'm like, "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she remix it for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
We be counting up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talking matching lambos
At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy Fetty eating shit up, that's fasho
I'll run in your house, then I'll fuck your ho
Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah
Yeah, you hear my boy
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
I got whatever on my boy, whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
Put up or shut up, huh?
Nitt Da Gritt, huh, RGF Productions
Squad