Carpe Diem Songtext
von Blanco

Yo

I don′t wanna do no shows in the country, I don't want any, period
Me and Active coulda been Jme, Skepta, but nah, we ain′t serious
Boy better know I'm in the trenches, life expenses, don't be curious
Drivin′ fast got me a new drivin′ ban, and now I'm furious

Turbo, put my heart on ice, it was swollen, now it′s inferno
Need a Ibuprofen, TJ's in a stolen car, lot circle
Awake and I see all the stars, I thought it was ours, but nah, I′m nocturnal
Las Palmas, I ain't never been the loudest ball for your love, Alberto
Baller, deflect, get corner, adore her, G chеck in the Bora Bora
In the dawn, what′s all this aurora? Swipe hеr, that's Dora Explorer
Free MizMac, shoulda been in the sauna, that's veteran trauma
I couldn′t afford no Adidas Predators, so we brought Diadora′s


Anyways, seven man up, get lemonade
Life gave lemons, I sung this serenade
Music stream tryna really disseminate
I don't wanna spend that money that generates
When I move to you, please let me in, let me renovate (renovate)
Photo bomb you board and detonate, uh
Came in the back, put the seat up high when I park
Shameless and I been faceless, swear to god I′m Sansa Stark
Hearin' it bang when you′re doin' your homework, no silencer
Dragon Raider, gotta find this golden melanin jawn, that′s nice

(Round up)
Round up, legs in the air, do it twice
Men on the block with the mice, gold and diamonds wouldn't suffice
I'm a little bit tired, let me sleep through the day, see you in the night
Play the high line, that′s dangerous, don′t be caught offside, van Dijk
Wanted you dearly, hear me, growin' up, swapped Dsquared for Amiri′s
Left that back that like Tierney, I shoulda just left you back then clearly
Mule kick, he was like Nikolai shootin', screamin′ out, "Fear me!"
Spoke to the judge, he was more than sorry, so sincerely

I don't wanna do no shows in the country, I don′t want any, period
Me and Active coulda been Jme, Skepta, but nah, we ain't serious
Boy better know I'm in the trenches, life expenses, don′t be curious
Drivin′ fast got me a new drivin' ban, and now I′m furious


Blanks, blanks
Wretch man down with the tools like Ratchet and Clank
Proper GMs, no meds, proper get cash
On my ten toes, two feet, I can't fly them ramps
Bis got the kits all rubbed
Same old dishin′ out dust
Tellin' me shit, no fuss

SA, that′s shanks in guts
Got Gretchen, Vince, and Guss
No shanks, might fist someone
That's flicks and kicks and pumps
Harlem, do all of that stuff
Draw for the sword like Vegetas trunks

Draw for the sword like Vegetas trunks
Draw for the sword like Vegetas trunks
Ah, draw for the sword like Vegetas trunks