ฟังเพลงDropped Babies

Song: Dropped Babies

Artist: Travis Thompson

Lyrics: Travis Thompson

Composed: Elan Wright & Nima Skeemz

We drop babies

Perusing the block jaded

A minute til mom call

A quarter til cross faded

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

We drop babies

Raising they stock crazy

A second til I'm on

A minute til I make it

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

Whoever need to hear get the fuck up off my dick

I been cavaliering, steering no appearance for a grip

Ain't no fakes inside my heart and ain't no vacants in my clique

Ain't no patience in my pot and ain't no pacing I'm on ten

I feel adjacent with your favorites

Matter fact I know they scared

I done introduced my self to legends who were so aware

Pray they expedite my come up like, I'm real this shit not fair

And throwing Cuba Gooding punches in my room with no one there

Shit is better late than ever

But the love is still belated

But its better paid than ever

So I guess it's worth the wait

Pick the bar up from the sitter

Fidge is full of all his traces

Baby mama lookin' bitter

But she can't say I don't raise it

I got problems I just face 'em

But they prolly didn't make no sense

Yesterday my mama called me cryin'

'bout some old shit

Said it's all gon' be okay

Don't ever feel a way just hold this

Mama go ahead take some racks

I promise I won't even notice

That's some boss shit still be on my rhyme shit

Moving down the boulevard that's something so obnoxious

I done opted to be left out the discussion for the most part

Smokin' dozey in the bed we drunk and ridin' go-carts

My lady butt like folk-art, my god put a pep in my step

I put the check on my cousin booking the rest on my neck

Who the fuck want it next?

Who wants to rap like I rap?

One day I rolled up off the bed and history did the rest

I said we-

We drop babies

Perusing the block jaded

A minute til mom call

A quarter til cross faded

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

We drop babies

Raising they stock crazy

A second til I'm on

A minute til I make it

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

My bitch is petty like I'm Rick Grimes

You ready than call my line

Brought an ounce to the Levy and got some steady head on the ride

From the place, I'll be on the prime

But the tree good and the weather trash

They feet would, with the pedal back

'Cause the team good and the level passed

You gon'be good where you're headed at

Take a deep look at the Bezzle pap'

They got you

You're friends is not you're friends

'Cause if they was they woulda' stopped you

Is that dude and your apostles

Bring the rudeness, it get hostile

Stanley Kubril with the vision

Sippin' liquor in a Roscos

Like damn, how the fuck we in here

Used to text lil' babies and get a planet a year

And then we hit 'em up, get no love

Now shit weird

'Cause they slide, out in drones

When I'm home, with sincere

Lil apologies I don't hear none of it

Please don't be calling me

Permanent tunnel bitch

Fuck who they following, fuck who they coming with

With all the stylin' shit

I'm really done with it, uh

Everyone wondering how the boy did it

Bitch I'm just better, you can't admit it

I'm bro with whoever your favorite is

Shit on the score, never level

You know that I'm with it so what it's gon' be..

(?)

If it's for the taking than I'm finna eat

We drop babies

Perusing the block jaded

A minute til mom call

A quarter til cross faded

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

We drop babies

Raising they stock crazy

A second til I'm on

A minute til I make it

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch

It ain't nothing you could tell me bout the world bitch