Lirik Lagu Cycle - Schoolboy Q
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Hold and shoot till he dropWe'll be waiting for you around the corner, nigga
Only twelve and a half, and already ducking them jabsFighting back, just hoping that he last, he on his assHuffing and puffing, getting taggedSee what this nigga feel would only make them niggas laughHe felt the discomfort, didn't trust him right awaySaw the Devil in they eyes, his homie looking straightBut something was different in him, not the same from yesterdayShit, his whole demeanor changed, even his smile was strange, his childhood never cameBut dude was always gutter, he got it from his brotherFrom his brother, from his brother, brought pain onto his motherOnce was elementary homies, but now we attack each otherShit, set love aside, tuck his pride, shit, he had to rideThrew on his hood and then he fired, fired and firedFired and fired, the tires screechSpirit up out of reachA young nigga swallowing yeast, trapped in the belly of the beast, sheesh
I know niggas that kill niggas, that kill niggasthat kill niggas, that kill niggasThe cycle continuesThe cycle continues
He only seventeen, his homies was his motiveHe only seventeen, his mama never noticedToo busy paying bills, tryna provide a mealPay the rent and steal, her child live for a thrillFulfill his niggas' wishes, no more hugs or kissesNo more 'how you been?', no more tucking inHe with them other men, poppa never cameSo his cousin then would pretend, imitating if they was himGot the pistol on him loaded, loaded off of ginFeels like niggas on him, so he look for themFirst nigga wrong, hack! Blam blam to himParanoia kills, kill or be killedLet alone all them thugs, let alone all them drugsTreat is kinda like a bud, let's see how karma doesLet's see how much he loves shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, bam, bam
This nigga twenty-one, he feel like he the manThis nigga twenty-one, his mom said be a manLove to sag his pants, pistol in his handFeel he too advanced, him slipping out his chanceThink he at his best, he hit the set, he making ordersGot them lil' niggas busting shots and flipping quartersAn ounce a half, double up, shit, what you order?Even dimes think with a corrupted mindAdapted to the crime, living with regretsIn order to survive gotta get highCautious with time, paranoia all through his bodyTrying love for a hobby, you know gangsters come with kidsTeaching them wasn't hisEBT, the corner store, he go to fill up the fridgeApproached by a little nigga, hoodie over his lidLooked down the barrel of a burner tucked, aimed at his wigLet him fire, then he fired, fired
Only twelve and a half, and already ducking them jabsFighting back, just hoping that he last, he on his assHuffing and puffing, getting taggedSee what this nigga feel would only make them niggas laughHe felt the discomfort, didn't trust him right awaySaw the Devil in they eyes, his homie looking straightBut something was different in him, not the same from yesterdayShit, his whole demeanor changed, even his smile was strange, his childhood never cameBut dude was always gutter, he got it from his brotherFrom his brother, from his brother, brought pain onto his motherOnce was elementary homies, but now we attack each otherShit, set love aside, tuck his pride, shit, he had to rideThrew on his hood and then he fired, fired and firedFired and fired, the tires screechSpirit up out of reachA young nigga swallowing yeast, trapped in the belly of the beast, sheesh
I know niggas that kill niggas, that kill niggasthat kill niggas, that kill niggasThe cycle continuesThe cycle continues
He only seventeen, his homies was his motiveHe only seventeen, his mama never noticedToo busy paying bills, tryna provide a mealPay the rent and steal, her child live for a thrillFulfill his niggas' wishes, no more hugs or kissesNo more 'how you been?', no more tucking inHe with them other men, poppa never cameSo his cousin then would pretend, imitating if they was himGot the pistol on him loaded, loaded off of ginFeels like niggas on him, so he look for themFirst nigga wrong, hack! Blam blam to himParanoia kills, kill or be killedLet alone all them thugs, let alone all them drugsTreat is kinda like a bud, let's see how karma doesLet's see how much he loves shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, bam, bam
This nigga twenty-one, he feel like he the manThis nigga twenty-one, his mom said be a manLove to sag his pants, pistol in his handFeel he too advanced, him slipping out his chanceThink he at his best, he hit the set, he making ordersGot them lil' niggas busting shots and flipping quartersAn ounce a half, double up, shit, what you order?Even dimes think with a corrupted mindAdapted to the crime, living with regretsIn order to survive gotta get highCautious with time, paranoia all through his bodyTrying love for a hobby, you know gangsters come with kidsTeaching them wasn't hisEBT, the corner store, he go to fill up the fridgeApproached by a little nigga, hoodie over his lidLooked down the barrel of a burner tucked, aimed at his wigLet him fire, then he fired, fired
