What You Need Songtext
von Chinese Man & ASM
What You Need Songtext
La question la plus habituelle que sans temps de pause et les gens qui vivent des productions de leur esprit c′est qu'ils sont vos sources d′inspiration
I'm on da 4th season of Walking Dead and I'm wondering who gon′ get killed,
′Cuz niggas be on that shady shit now I'm wondering how you built
This outbreak and this fake niggas the might be in your your [?]
I could tell when a nigga lying and I could see right through his bitch
I don′t do politics, I just drop honest shit
I [?] flows the one I drop the hottest shit
I'm with my nigga Tre, who else can demonstrate
A better chemistry lineup before and wrapped a pape
The way I got some bitches smoking blunts I don′t smoke, roll that up, born and light
I got a vegan bitch to only ride a bike, but that's a hike
I got some bitch "take me home to get something", "I don′t want no coffee" bitch, show my dick this fluffy bitch
All these trees, all this melons I just keep on partying
I look up to the stars and I black out walking above and shit
Really going up and shit but I just keep on partying
Really going up and shit but I just keep on partying
Dear God, dear Black Jesus,
I hope that you could teach me
How to act while this rap heathens stuck in a world
Outta pace of max speedin' and built with souls of musician's past demons
And I′m just so past me
But I′m standing here feel like giving up
They yelling in my ear like I really give a fuck
But since I'm an intellectual it seems to me as sceptical
You rappers sound like vegetables, go ahead and pull the plug
I feel in love with marijuana and joint papers
I got a buzz I′m on cause I'm gon′ make it
Don't give a fuck, I press my luck, make bold statements
While you nigga′s just keep all hatin', hate me
Hate me for the man that you think I am
Everywhere where I'm going and everywhere where I′ve been
I′m done fighting sins, Imma work, Imma win
Imma purge, Imma binge, Imma burn every bridge
And when every bridge burn Imma burn my trees
And I pray to the Lord there will be more,
Good grief, good God, I could say that he do this with ease
And I think that I'm gon′, gon' hear "rest in peace"
Rest in peace
Tell the bitch she better get what she need
What she need
What you need
I got a chick who tryna chill but she ain′t gon' tempt me
Especially from the Hills where my take all empty
I bet my little bitch probably bag you little friends
And list them all [?] in the same old Bentley
Gas tank up in trunk I′ve been saving it still
'Cause Friday we post the hip off like Demi and Leo
The undercoppers run, we are makin it still
At least that's how my ex girl is making me feel
We′re playing my little shit when she walk through
And she be unimpressed, scrambling to my [?]
"Tre, you should listen, knock yourself, I′ll coach you
I'll be with the whole industry, I could show you"
And now I don′t know you, I swear you ain't getting better
I thought we talked about getting your shit together
And they ain′t talk about no Portland niggas, never
I'm trying help your heart [?], get some cheddar with your brokeass
I'm on da 4th season of Walking Dead and I'm wondering who gon′ get killed,
′Cuz niggas be on that shady shit now I'm wondering how you built
This outbreak and this fake niggas the might be in your your [?]
I could tell when a nigga lying and I could see right through his bitch
I don′t do politics, I just drop honest shit
I [?] flows the one I drop the hottest shit
I'm with my nigga Tre, who else can demonstrate
A better chemistry lineup before and wrapped a pape
The way I got some bitches smoking blunts I don′t smoke, roll that up, born and light
I got a vegan bitch to only ride a bike, but that's a hike
I got some bitch "take me home to get something", "I don′t want no coffee" bitch, show my dick this fluffy bitch
All these trees, all this melons I just keep on partying
I look up to the stars and I black out walking above and shit
Really going up and shit but I just keep on partying
Really going up and shit but I just keep on partying
Dear God, dear Black Jesus,
I hope that you could teach me
How to act while this rap heathens stuck in a world
Outta pace of max speedin' and built with souls of musician's past demons
And I′m just so past me
But I′m standing here feel like giving up
They yelling in my ear like I really give a fuck
But since I'm an intellectual it seems to me as sceptical
You rappers sound like vegetables, go ahead and pull the plug
I feel in love with marijuana and joint papers
I got a buzz I′m on cause I'm gon′ make it
Don't give a fuck, I press my luck, make bold statements
While you nigga′s just keep all hatin', hate me
Hate me for the man that you think I am
Everywhere where I'm going and everywhere where I′ve been
I′m done fighting sins, Imma work, Imma win
Imma purge, Imma binge, Imma burn every bridge
And when every bridge burn Imma burn my trees
And I pray to the Lord there will be more,
Good grief, good God, I could say that he do this with ease
And I think that I'm gon′, gon' hear "rest in peace"
Rest in peace
Tell the bitch she better get what she need
What she need
What you need
I got a chick who tryna chill but she ain′t gon' tempt me
Especially from the Hills where my take all empty
I bet my little bitch probably bag you little friends
And list them all [?] in the same old Bentley
Gas tank up in trunk I′ve been saving it still
'Cause Friday we post the hip off like Demi and Leo
The undercoppers run, we are makin it still
At least that's how my ex girl is making me feel
We′re playing my little shit when she walk through
And she be unimpressed, scrambling to my [?]
"Tre, you should listen, knock yourself, I′ll coach you
I'll be with the whole industry, I could show you"
And now I don′t know you, I swear you ain't getting better
I thought we talked about getting your shit together
And they ain′t talk about no Portland niggas, never
I'm trying help your heart [?], get some cheddar with your brokeass
Writer(s): Claus Terhoeven, Edward John Hallam Bigham, Richard Stephen Walters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
