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luke rage - nonsense lyrics

[intro]
taylor ’bout to f-ckin’ flex

[chorus: luke rage]
stop talkin’ all that nonsense, yeah
you know that is not an option, yeah
stop talkin’ all that nonsense, yeah
you know that is not an option
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
stop talkin’ all that nonsense
you know that is not an option

[verse 1: luke rage]
i know you heard me say i wanna die (yeah)
do not fret, i’m too scared to take my life (yeah)
i don’t believe in a man in the sky, i’m not the type (whoa)
to alleviate the pain in my mind, i get high, yeah
smokin’ diesel, i don’t need no wings to fly
always tell the truth (brr), never lie (f-ck the cops, though)
if i die, tell my mama that i tried
mend her soul and wipe the tears from her eyes (oh)

[bridge: luke rage]
whoa, whoa, whoa, i am so outta control (ayy)
can’t get a hold of myself, i have a collection of suicide notes
whoa, whoa, whoa, i am so outta control
can’t get a hold of myself, i have a collection of suicide notes

[pre-verse]
-gunshot-
-reverse gunshot-

[verse 2: luke rage]
f-ck a white dude in some white sheets
f-ck a n-z- walkin’ these streets
i am not gonna calm down, motherf-cker
yeah, i am just knockin’ them out (no)
just might cut open a throat, motherf-cker
yeah, blood comin’ out like a spout (no!)
ain’t even gotta be filmed, motherf-cker
i don’t do this sh-t for the clout (nah)
did you just say i should be nice?
b-tch, what the f-ck are you talkin’ about? (brr, brr)

[bridge: luke rage & jung lov]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
yeah, what?

[verse 3: jung lov]
white man, white privilege (yeah)
bad b-tches but i make my own dividends (ayy)
work for the cause till i die then i’ll live again (yeah)
back to the basics, don’t try to get hit again (ayy)
cqc when you step up to me
venom like the snake on a n-z-, probably (huh)
never k!ll ’em softly, color me a new fiend
blow lined up like a ray beam, same team (yeah)
luke backed up with a pipe dream (yeah)
no new stacks, though it might seem (lov)
lyrics hit hard like i’m bruce lee (hey)
and i got my baby b-tch in a two piece
rollin’ two deep on a backstreet
we enslaved to the backbeat
never pack heat
jung lov, motherf-ckin’ black sheep

[outro: luke rage]
yeah, yeah, yeah
stop talkin’ all that nonsense
you know that is not an option
ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah

- luke rage lyrics

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