bru swain – honey, grab you’re disco shoes; we’re causing panic tonight lyrics
[verse one: kulprit d]
shhh. kulprit! come out to play!
they asked me why i made a beat like this
i told ’em because bru swain asked for it
he said, “will you help me murk the ish?”
i said, “yes” and now you hearing it
i’m a little bit of that old school. little bit of that new
still ahead of my time and i’m on that rise. n-gga, how bout you?
prada tints on dome. cuisine salad or soup.
and dudes are wondering, “why my girl smell like his coupe?”
so i’m just balling hard in canvas. geeked up like rick moranis
they say don’t get in it. well, i’m deep in it- atlantis
when i do it, get into it. n-gga, gotta keep it moving. me and bru about to shut the thing down
everybody looking. everybody crooking. tryna get a spot. little homie better not come around
i can feel my adrenaline. lawd, look how in he went
cross borders with presidents. my swag’s an immigrant
your thoughts are ignorant. i don’t feel you; no phenegran
d-mn, i’m a heart breaker. ya taking it to the chin again
why, kulprit? how, kulprit? what are you?
i’m just a n-gga that’ll do the things you can’t do
get a bpm and i’ll put a little in. put an end to what you call a career
no need to wait for a hot mixtape with beats so great. it’s here!
[hook: bru swain]
oh, well imagine. agatewaydrug on tour smashing cities galore
i’mma say it motherf—er. you can hate it motherf—er
but you can take this motherf—er so make me famous motherf—er
oh, well imagine. my team popping bottles and we taking blunts straight to the face
yeah, roll another blunt. you can catch me in the back getting f—ed on champagne
[verse two: bru swain]
i had a dream. i’mma chase it. bought my song with nasty basis
f— it all; call me rapist. one of these days i’m gonna be famous
pulled from onstage every night. hitting cities, catching flights
popping bottles, sparking lights. it’s bru swain: the real dark night
yeah, i f—ing took it there. i’ll take it f—ing anywhere
i always got bad news to bare. i’ll set fire to your hair
think i’m playing truth or dare? anyone, b-tch. i’m not scared
tie you to a f—ing chair. rip tape from your facial hair
feeling like a ticking bomb about to explode in your mom
screaming words in my songs while i’m ripping out a bong
make a song. make a rap. hit up kulprit. do a track
bringing guthrie to the map. we started now, no turning back
yeah, i finally realized what i’ll do with my life
making music, that’s tight. it’s a beautiful life
always in a good vibe. riding through the hood high
bumping “gutter sl-ts” while me and will k!ll it live
it’s tough s— to take. don’t f—, b-tch. i’ll break
in a matter of seconds, turn that p—- to a lake
the jealous ones will always hate. the gifted ones will create
f—ed up ones make mistakes but i make b-tches m-st-rbate
2013’s our motherf—ing year. a gateway drug is motherf—ing fear
f– the game, we’ll take the fame. we’re so f—ing near
i’m getting brain. my name’s bru swain, now excuse me while i chug a beer
[hook]
Random Lyrics
- fiend – if they don’t know lyrics
- method man – konichiwa bi**ches lyrics
- ben howard – keiko lyrics
- pesado – dejame amarte lyrics
- david byrne – how are you? lyrics
- army of me – frozen lyrics
- tammy wynette – lighter shade of blue by tammy wynette lyrics
- el nino – noi suntem strada lyrics
- lil wanker – perfection lyrics
- summer jent – shadows lyrics