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hindley & r.em.edy - rush in lyrics

[intro:]
i was told that some of you dudes don’t know anything about blues
i imagine quite a few of you have the blues already
that’s my signal to shut up
(yeah)

[verse 1: hindley]
hindley spit bars so dirty, rap so flirty
twenty four bars near thirty, how it be he moves certi
grinding in melbourne, bleeding for perthy
i got twelve rеasons but i reached my season, now it’s only mе who can hurt me (only me)
which is it witches or cousins who curse me, i wasn’t meant to be matched but im burning (burning)
jk
keep my tempo get whiplash (lash), i got bde you cop big rash (rash)
true love feeding me you off big macs (big macs), shout the uk scene cuz’ i dig dat
covid quit the gigs and we hit back, heard them chant my name man i love that (i love that)
nosebleed section goes to the front row, when it’s my show the mosh pit packs

[chorus: hindley & r.em.edy]
cut the line that’s my time and they all rush in
guess i’m everyone type so they all crushing
if my friends never lie then i’m not trusting
bet you sip alkaline let the salt rush in (uh)
[verse 2: hindley]
getting dizzy on them sundays (dizzy)
drunk is the fashion on chapel street runways
make it home somehow, got lost both ways
got no rest on god days ’till i got days
some, rappers don’t flow they just go with the motion (motion)
or thinkin’ they’re logic but forget emotion (emotion)
the times i would tell you to watch me excell
i’ll make xxl and not (ayy, ayy, ayy) waste it lil’ mosey

top ends of the north sides, they don’t get high they get whitey (get whitey)
maybe their might be, couple a mouth slaps when some spout chat or get flighty
not time to try me, feed ’em old bars inside old bars that are tiny (tiny)
keeping the hands flat ‘cuz they bitey, demand my respect but i’l do it politely (uh, ugh)

[pre chorus: hindley & r.em.edy]
ahh, ahh
guess i’m everyone’s type
oooh
let the salt rush, let the salt rush, let the salt rush, let the salt rush (i think that’s it)

[outro: r.em.edy]
lets hear it for him come on now, mr. bb king
come on, come on

ahh, ahh
guess i’m everyone’s type
oooh
let the salt rush, let the salt rush

- hindley r em edy lyrics

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