歌词
One, two, four to the five
Six, seven, ten to the nine
A civilian just a fucking guy
Eleven to Twelve for the fucking dime
One, two, four to the five
Six, seven, ten to the nine
A civilian just a fucking guy
Eleven to Twelve for the fucking dime
I ain't tryin' to be the cool guy
Nah I'm lyin'
Gun to dome if I don't look fly
Need 10k on my neck for tonight
So I can throw it out and say goodbye
Never had any expensive shit
That's about to change
Need a ridiculous outfit
So I can look deranged
Wrist need to be shinny so they call me Dr. Strange
Give me a mic and put me on the stage
Strange, y'all be sleeping while I be keeping
These grind up I ain't gonna talk if I don't get paid
I ain't gonna wait for the moment I ain't trying to miss my train
And the reign for the drought if you know what I'm talking about
Shut your mouth if you ain't talking bands
I know I make music but I'm not in it for the brands
Or to travel in expensive vans
And to shake hands with a thousand fans
One, two, four to the five
Six, seven, ten to the nine
A civilian just a fucking guy
Eleven to Twelve for the fucking dime
One, two, four to the five
Six, seven, ten to the nine
A civilian just a fucking guy
Eleven to Twelve for the fucking dime
I ain't tryin' to be the cool guy
Nah I'm lyin'
Gun to dome if I don't look fly
Need 10k on my neck for tonight
So I can throw it out and say goodbye