terms Songtext
von slowthai Feat. Denzel Curry & Dominic Fike

Forgive me for, forgive me for what?
For everything I never wanted to do

I woke up and came to terms with it (yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (oh, no matter)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Make a stain, bitch can′t run no game on a player)
I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Catch me, catch me at the Shake Junt, run no game on the-)

The more the merry, celebrate, confetti
Kill an adversary over somethin' petty
Mind the debris, couldn′t get a degree
Never went to uni, street educated
Never lose sleep, slaughter the sheep
I am the shepherd, minimum effort
Required but people relyin' on me
National treasure, tried buryin' me


Tryna pick a rose but it′s got thorns (thorns)
They be judgin′ me like I got horns
When we die, we don't respawn
Can′t conform, gotta absorb (blaow)
Pitbull and it's got lockjaw
Let it off the leash, better run for the trees
Blood on the leaves, teeth through your jeans
Bein′ a bitch just ain't in my genes

Make a stain, bitch, can′t run no game on the player, mac
Catch me at the Shake Junt, smoked, loced, make a-
Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on the player, mac
Catch me at the Shake Junt, smoked, loced, out

I woke up and came to terms with it (yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (oh, no matter)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on a player)
I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Catch me, catch me at the Shake Junt, run no game on the-)


Every day a bad hair day (why me?)
Wrong side of the bed with a migraine
Need Ibuprofen
Instead, I smoke zoots, tryna reboot
Tryna get loot but a snake in my boot
Never push a man who′s got nothing to lose
I′m supposed to be grateful for nothing? (No)
Grateful, make do, turn nothing to something

Smoking my troubles away
My early grave, don't resuscitate (brrt)
Early bird wakes
Catches the worm then reverse to its base, regurgitates (pow, pow)
And nothing I′ll change
Do it again, and I do it the same again and again
If I numb the pain, outing the flame
Add fuel to the blaze, what's joy without pain?

I woke up and came to terms with it (yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (oh, no matter)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
I woke up and came to terms with it (I woke up and came to terms, yeah)
No matter what, they get my words twisted (no matter what)
Whatever works, it could be worse, shit could be worse (shit, yeah)
(Catch me, catch me at the Shake Junt, run no game on the-)

Make a stain, bitch can′t run no game on the player, mac
Catch me at the Shake Junt, smoked, loced, make a-
Make a stain, bitch can't run no game on the player, mac
Catch me at the Shake
(Bitch can′t run no game on)