Die Slow Lyrics
| Song | Die Slow |
| Artist | Mac Lethal |
| Album | 11:11 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mac Lethal | |
| Ugh, black blood, dripping out your mutha****in black lungs | |
| There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go | |
| So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go | |
| So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| Now while your fans so stupid that you talk this slow | |
| So they can understand what the hell you're sayin | |
| If that's the case then answer me one question | |
| How's it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons? | |
| I'm a rapper and I don't really like rap | |
| So I'ma leave the show and probably go get a night cap | |
| And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree | |
| But listening to this egregious bitch MC is sickening | |
| I tell 'em die slow | |
| Cut me I'll bleed all over the paper for my passage | |
| I'll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness | |
| There's a disease that's creepin under my skin | |
| Now every alcoholic in the city's prolly gettin kinda drunk of London dry gin | |
| So my friends, is this the cycle's | |
| And I like to pretend, that it gets washed away | |
| Or it'll say good bye with the wind | |
| It's not cliche I really fiend for something lively again | |
| Cuz the Texas soil and the blood of Christ in the blend | |
| There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go | |
| So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go | |
| So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| Do you wanna dance with the devil or me | |
| Incredi-bally both of us share the same face | |
| Pain-stakingly different hit 'em with another rhythm | |
| Or give 'em a pitiful point of view | |
| And a puncture right through the heart-shaped box | |
| I'll parlay on top and I fall and it's heavy on the top | |
| I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop | |
| Get so psycho, float and it twist me slow | |
| But I don't need a damn crew with me though | |
| Cause I'ma rattle everybody for the embryos | |
| And I'ma battle in a pill til it gets me home | |
| So with gusto, so I stay til the blood oath | |
| **** no not the answer, not the banter, man I'm damn sure | |
| Die Slow | |
| Don't give a **** about the record deal advances | |
| My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches, Die slow | |
| There's a disease that's creepin under my skin | |
| Now every alcoholic in the city prolly gettin kinda drunk off London dry gin | |
| So my friends, I'm tryna comprehend (?) to often blend | |
| that knock my off the hinge and blow my poison through a hot syringe | |
| On a lineity beat it's like I'm thunder and rain | |
| The instrumental is my wonderful pain and I won't ****ing explain | |
| There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go | |
| So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There's something pulling at my focus it won't let me go | |
| So now I'm telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there's something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it's trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow |
| zuo qu : Mac Lethal | |
| Ugh, black blood, dripping out your mutha in black lungs | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| Now while your fans so stupid that you talk this slow | |
| So they can understand what the hell you' re sayin | |
| If that' s the case then answer me one question | |
| How' s it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons? | |
| I' m a rapper and I don' t really like rap | |
| So I' ma leave the show and probably go get a night cap | |
| And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree | |
| But listening to this egregious bitch MC is sickening | |
| I tell ' em die slow | |
| Cut me I' ll bleed all over the paper for my passage | |
| I' ll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness | |
| There' s a disease that' s creepin under my skin | |
| Now every alcoholic in the city' s prolly gettin kinda drunk of London dry gin | |
| So my friends, is this the cycle' s | |
| And I like to pretend, that it gets washed away | |
| Or it' ll say good bye with the wind | |
| It' s not cliche I really fiend for something lively again | |
| Cuz the Texas soil and the blood of Christ in the blend | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| Do you wanna dance with the devil or me | |
| Incredi-bally both of us share the same face | |
| Pain-stakingly different hit ' em with another rhythm | |
| Or give ' em a pitiful point of view | |
| And a puncture right through the heart-shaped box | |
| I' ll parlay on top and I fall and it' s heavy on the top | |
| I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop | |
| Get so psycho, float and it twist me slow | |
| But I don' t need a damn crew with me though | |
| Cause I' ma rattle everybody for the embryos | |
| And I' ma battle in a pill til it gets me home | |
| So with gusto, so I stay til the blood oath | |
| no not the answer, not the banter, man I' m damn sure | |
| Die Slow | |
| Don' t give a about the record deal advances | |
| My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches, Die slow | |
| There' s a disease that' s creepin under my skin | |
| Now every alcoholic in the city prolly gettin kinda drunk off London dry gin | |
| So my friends, I' m tryna comprehend? to often blend | |
| that knock my off the hinge and blow my poison through a hot syringe | |
| On a lineity beat it' s like I' m thunder and rain | |
| The instrumental is my wonderful pain and I won' t ing explain | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow |
| zuò qǔ : Mac Lethal | |
| Ugh, black blood, dripping out your mutha in black lungs | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| Now while your fans so stupid that you talk this slow | |
| So they can understand what the hell you' re sayin | |
| If that' s the case then answer me one question | |
| How' s it feel to have a fan base that still uses crayons? | |
| I' m a rapper and I don' t really like rap | |
| So I' ma leave the show and probably go get a night cap | |
| And if you disagree then we can just agree to disagree | |
| But listening to this egregious bitch MC is sickening | |
| I tell ' em die slow | |
| Cut me I' ll bleed all over the paper for my passage | |
| I' ll take you to hell and introduce you to new shades of blackness | |
| There' s a disease that' s creepin under my skin | |
| Now every alcoholic in the city' s prolly gettin kinda drunk of London dry gin | |
| So my friends, is this the cycle' s | |
| And I like to pretend, that it gets washed away | |
| Or it' ll say good bye with the wind | |
| It' s not cliche I really fiend for something lively again | |
| Cuz the Texas soil and the blood of Christ in the blend | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| Do you wanna dance with the devil or me | |
| Incredi-bally both of us share the same face | |
| Pain-stakingly different hit ' em with another rhythm | |
| Or give ' em a pitiful point of view | |
| And a puncture right through the heart-shaped box | |
| I' ll parlay on top and I fall and it' s heavy on the top | |
| I wanna taste blood, I wanna taste every single drop | |
| Get so psycho, float and it twist me slow | |
| But I don' t need a damn crew with me though | |
| Cause I' ma rattle everybody for the embryos | |
| And I' ma battle in a pill til it gets me home | |
| So with gusto, so I stay til the blood oath | |
| no not the answer, not the banter, man I' m damn sure | |
| Die Slow | |
| Don' t give a about the record deal advances | |
| My window panes are violently tapped at by these branches, Die slow | |
| There' s a disease that' s creepin under my skin | |
| Now every alcoholic in the city prolly gettin kinda drunk off London dry gin | |
| So my friends, I' m tryna comprehend? to often blend | |
| that knock my off the hinge and blow my poison through a hot syringe | |
| On a lineity beat it' s like I' m thunder and rain | |
| The instrumental is my wonderful pain and I won' t ing explain | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow | |
| There' s something pulling at my focus it won' t let me go | |
| So now I' m telling everything and everyone die slow | |
| I swear to God there' s something trying to steal my sound | |
| I swear to God it' s trying to steal my sound, I tell it die slow |
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