[RiFF RAFF:] Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead
Yeah, the baby blue coupe looks like baby food My diamonds jumping out the gym since preschool You a typewriter, I'm the type to collect titles Yeah, Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the state troops I finessed the Jaguar, I candy coated my car I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle
Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead
[Skepta:] If I had to take a L Take it on the chin (mhm) Lennox Lewis ting (bling) All I do is win (bling) Seattle for my bling (ice) All you hear is 'shing' Chicken wing swing When I'm dancing with my ting You think you're scary? I'm dead already My funeral was amazing It was beautiful (sex) Doves flying Brothers blazing in the cubicles (s'matter?) Fakes crying Rest in peace It's so delusional But I know that's the usual I'm back from the dead
[RiFF RAFF:] Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
