Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarlxrd
Scarlxrd
Vocals
Thraxx
Thraxx
Performer
WNDWS
WNDWS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thraxx
Thraxx
Composer
Marius Listhrop
Marius Listhrop
Composer
Aarre Leinonen
Aarre Leinonen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scarlxrd
Scarlxrd
Mixing Engineer
Thraxx
Thraxx
Producer
WNDWS
WNDWS
Producer

Lyrics

Alright Real quick No long ting Windows Let's go Ay Scar-lxrd, yea Thraxx Black on black gon' cover my limbs Back on track still goin' in sick Buy some tats that cover my skin Gotta get high, can't feel like shit Fill my eyes and see a kid I ain't gotta try, I won't fit it Snap on track, I'm taking the piss There's not a mic on Scarlxrd bitch God, you make me wanna throw up! Kick in the door, yeah I want more I had to get it, I really got bored People escort, up to the door Talking's irrelevant, moving is all I need a war, been there before One with the elements, running is core Hiding the cure, running my jaw What would I miss, I'm droppin' it all What will they think I've changed My tats way back, I don't wanna switch lanes The king has come back and dropped a test And made himself a price and doubled his grave Comin' from the smallest of places Gotta spit facts and they hate it Gotta log off of the matrix Livin' my life like I made it! Live in my own pain Move in stealth, won't see me coming Bust a lethal with impair Can't go nowhere, I'm still taking fast The reason I'm on track I stay beamin' gettin' fuckin' done My massive to the crest All this shit I think is fucking low Laughter, these niggas givin' me laughter Scarlxrd so hard, so they axe us Statements will come in the le-tter If this shit changes, adapt it, uh Think of the shit to attract, uh Even in global disasters I was still getting my racks up Sittin' in the front Get up on my level or shut up Sip a little bitch with your tongue Yeah I'm never messing with a nug Never need attention from above Yeah, I get attention with the love Trippin' up the pressure of the club Need a new dimension when I run Yeah, imma invent em' where I want They never try to spit along Go chat to a phone, you bitches! You make me wanna throw up! Okay I'm done
Writer(s): Marius Listhrop, Aarre Leinonen, Thraxx Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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