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cemetery drive – falco lyrics

[hook + chris wright & atwood]
i got a bad side
dabble a bit in duality
f+ck all your advice
you ain’t got no personality

turn off the gravity (watch how i flip)
you talk too much sh+t (i can see it on your lips)
taste bad from the face to the shoes (no drip)
i’m a bad guy (’cause motherf+ckers like to play when you act nice)

[verse 1 + chris wright]
motherf+cker i just blacked out (where i’m at?)
in a honda accord
i pull the mask down (f+ck it)
then kick open the door
i’m going ass out, stumble up to the porch
i got the dirty south on me so i’m par for the course

[verse 2 + miles powers]
when they dropped the song i heard someone was cappin’ huh?
i can pop enough for all of y’all like gatling guns
for the little onеs, yeah, got a little new groovе
let the kitty out the handbag, let it run loose!

it’s a pity y’all ain’t found it i’ma call it back
yes i’m petty and i’m grounded and i’m all of that
when i’m popping off i won’t look back for nothing, get the bag and run
raps that pack a punch, only gassing when we pass a blunt
[verse 3 + cloud mac]
fed up with this sh+t man, six shoot just like a cowpoke
hands off, c+cked like i’m motherf+ckin’ falco
i’m a former addict wish my nose was full of blanco
give the homies kisses cos’ we keep it in the band bro

what’chu think uh huh?
everybody really like to f+ckin’ think a lot
and if i gotta lotta money ima keep it all
i got a lot of f+cking plans i’ll never peak at all

[hook + chris wright & atwood]
i got a bad side
dabble a bit in duality
f+ck all your advice
you ain’t got no personality

[verse 4 + thiago]
i don’t practice santeria, i ain’t got no crystal ball
i might sip on this sangria till i cannot sip at all
let’s play football with a bucket wonder who gon’ kick it off
you try reffin’ how i’m feelin’ whistleblow like it’s the law
that’s a yellow card, ocean ave i was sittin’
but we never talk, f+ck that i got visions
of a better ‘morrow, reading lines in my hand
but i got sweaty palms, i can’t get a grip

[verse 5 + whyandotte]
do a good job with the pain that i’m maskin’
got a long fuse and a really big casket
call me yogi bear with a pic+a+nic basket
dancing with the stars and i saw carole baskin

what the f+ck does that mean?
n+ggas still locked up, praying for a vaccine
y’all getting married in the mud but you act clean
hoping for a coppola, everywhere you open up, some of y’all are acting

[hook + chris wright & atwood]
i got a bad side
dabble a bit in duality
f+ck all your advice
you ain’t got no personality

- cemetery drive lyrics

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