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• Artiste: BLCKK
• Titre: Plastic
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Is it me? Woah Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (Yeah, yeah, woah) I don't need no fuckin’ help and checkin' in been overplayed (Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah) Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, twenty-something hundred days (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Not no fuckin’ break until I'm uppin' what I'm fuckin' paid Put them habits down, I'm not nobody you could recognize (Yeah) I don't go to war about this shit, what kinda man am I? (Bow) Keep my mouth shut before I keep a minute sanitized I live with conditions, wakin' up, already paralyzed I could—, I could count the minutes ’til it’s time to put them plans through Cut two-hundred tracks then hold your breath until your hands blue (Woo) Stand on what you love until them motherfuckers blam you (Ah) Die with my respect and send a check up at my fam', too (Woah) Kick this shit up out my system, I need sober days (Woah, yeah, bap, yeah) I don’t need no fuckin' help and checkin' in been overplayed (Woah, woah) Catchin' up on sleep, I need, like, twenty-something hundred days (Woah, woah, woah) Not no fuckin’ break until I'm uppin' what I'm fuckin' paid I could do this shit better, I stand on that Fuck you, put it on all them tracks Beat 'em outside 'til twelve spin back Keep shit runnin' 'til the phone get tapped I rig shit up if I had to, bitch Dig another grave, not passive, bitch Fall back, threats not plastic, bitch Die 'bout pickin' up traction (Bitch, woo) I could die right here, right now, give you ten more years, bet you still won't catch up Why the fuck would I stop this shit? Can't copy this shit, and I still won't let up You don't like me, it's alright, bitch, bet up Check where you at, I could get somethin' set up Fist work, bitch, I'ma keep going, get up Fuck him, he dead, and I still won't let up