Paroles de The crawl

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone

Who am i?
Rec league, i ain't payin' to ball
Y'all b-string like a broke guitar
And i still put it down like the family dog
Yeah, i murder some, i murder one
Explain it all, ferguson
We ain't gotta sing the same old love song
Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on
Yeah what you saying to it?
Old money look new money go do it
Make 'em turn around in their lane like a u-ey
And i'm only looking back if i'm looking at her booty
(at her booty)
What's the rationale?
They wanna smoke a niggas when they black & mild
So we acting out
Ok cool

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone

Blue dream by the bouquet 'til i'm blue faced on a tuesday
(can i have some?)
#niggasbelike
Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite
And i said what i felt, no re-write
Nah nah, they can't hold me
June/july, drop something
I double dare you, i'm marc summers
I scorch winters, i burn autumns
Gut niggas, so kurt vonne
Elle varner, got a crush on her
I gotta wait in line for that
Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that
Too true like 2 chainz
Blue blood like he both gangs

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone