[Verse 1: Vince Staples] Crabs in a bucket Wanna see you at the bottom, don't you love it? When they're hatin' so you hit 'em with the encore Sendin' shots but you at the top floor Let 'em pop shit, give me some drums to go pop with Need white women at the shows unconscious If not that then topless, earned all this Get with that or get in the moshpit Where's your moxie? Ain't you from Poppy? Young man, you not actin' too cocky Prolly 'cause I'm feelin' like the world gon' crash Read a hundred somethin' on the E-class dash If I'm feelin' funny, guaranteed gon' flash Cock back, blast, put 'em in a bag Prolly gon' regret it in the retrospect Got a lot of problems I ain't let go yet
[Verse 2: Vince Staples] Spend a lot of money on the CDG Ain't I lookin' lovely on the TV screen? Battle with the white man day by day Feds takin' pictures doin' play by play They don't ever want to see the black man eat Nails in the black man's hands and feet Put him on a cross so we put him on a chain Lying to me, sayin' he don't look like me Rollcage on the GT3 How a show on stage like a DVD? Put me in the MoMA when it's over with I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit
[Outro: Kilo Kish] Remember that I still got you I still got you here It's rare they'd come across you? I kept you hidden in my head Drowning in my own ocean I forgot to care And you can drop the anchor, baby I know what's under there It never really crossed my mind to think Maybe you'd avert your glance at me? Ever really cross your mind Ever really cross your mind I ain't never had no chance to breatheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
