ฟังเพลงBALD! REMIX (Explicit)

作曲 : JPEGMAFIA/Denzel Curry

作词 : JPEGMAFIA/Denzel Curry

Yeah

F*ck that, whoa, uh

F*ck that b*tch, I changed the plan

Switch my style like I switch hands

Block the witness, take the stand

F*ck out the way b*tch, back it up

Sh*t better get played in a palace (Word)

I can't treat n*ggas like big deals

Why put up a front? I’m callous

Bald (Ha)

I look like Ray Allen (Real)

These n*ggas make beats on big wheels

Yo' files is not a challenge (Nah)

Boy, you can't rap for sh*t

Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent

Hairline proof God needs balance

Bald

Yeah

My life was written already so I was gifted already

And with this God-given talent I knew the Devil been met me

Can't compare me to Jesus because he ain't Noah's father

He told me, "Please be still and see that steel is revolver" (You right)

'Cause in my hood, these n*ggas poppin' mollies and shootin'

I'm stressed the f*ck out, that's why I must commence to get zooted

I'm trapped in my head between the thoughts of health and my wealth

Right next to bein' selfish and just bein' myself

The fast spitter, slash, clash, ghetto pass, sinner sippin' bad liquor

It's the n*gga you may know, I'm the GOAT

To them clout chasers and them 'bout whatevers and them wave riders

Told them that my life is not a boat, you can't float (You right)

Call me Zeltron when I'm rappin', call me Denzel when we f*ck, ho

You're allowed to touch me but I don't wanna keep in touch, though (Wow)

Say I'm livin' comfortable because I'm makin' much dough

But I wasn't happy, cut my hair and let the sluts go

Ever so softly, suicide has cost me

Did I lose my mind? I feel my head been lost me

Been a couple years and haven't spoken to Lofty

Haven't seen the family, only been with the posse (Skrr)

Couple gold plaques, scratch that off a gold list

Cold sh*t is gettin' diamond plaques by stayin' focused (Yuh)

No whip, I won't let 'em do me like Jahseh (Yuh)

My mama say that I should pray 'cause demon comes in different shapes (Okay)

Got that Stray Rats on my body 'cause Maurice don't f*ck with BAPE (What?)

All these bars that I be writin' make it hard for you to relate (Damn)

Hesitate, I rarely do when f*ckin' these hoes I barely knew

Overturnin', startin' new, can't act like a jit by thirty-two

I'm twenty-five, though, dreadlocks had your boy like Sideshow Bob

Can't complain about too much because I'm on my job

Switch my look, I got 'em hooked, they call me Young Heartthrob

I am (Bald)