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lirik lagu bladee – faceless

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[hook: bladee]
am i really crazy?
crazy for you baby
3 grams to the face and now i’m feeling faceless
ride around in l.a., shoot like i’m the mayor
stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
smoking in the park yeah, feelin’ like a skater
look at me you left yeah, you look like a hater
i’m not gonna say much, i’ma say a prayer
pull off in that audi, i’ma see you later

[part 1: kane grocerys]
and you snow i’ve been patiently waiting
before i got to this gold
all this fake beef, n-gg-s better act like they know
on the front line prayed up, ready for roll
got them k!llers on the side of me, all my n-gg-s hardcore
sippin’ lean i just scored, finna go and hit the stove
now it’s back to the yo, cookin’ up, they want more
got an alb-m in stores, went overseas on tour
i was flying in different countries, waking up
rocking shows, did it all for the culture
gotta watch out for them vultures
from the blocks of horror
a lot of bl–dy f-cking murders, mourn one, they get tortured
we shining over here, burning hot, b-tch we scorching
told my girl i miss her when i’m touring

[hook: bladee]
am i really crazy?
crazy for you baby
3 grams to the face and now i’m feeling faceless
ride around in l.a., shoot like i’m the mayor
stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
smoking in the park yeah, feelin’ like a skater
look at me you left yeah, you look like a hater
i’m not gonna say much, i’ma say a prayer
pull off in that audi, i’ma see you later

[part 2: kane grocerys]
don’t call my phone, i’m gonna ignore it
smoking 3 grams to the face, gas got me going
in my bag, i’m in my zone, and you snow i’m zoning
going 90 on the freeway, i ain’t finna pull over
f-ck the motherf-cking dea, she ain’t on the [?]
gotta stack this money up, gotta feed my grans and mums
pray everyday to allah, thankful i made it this far
paid the cost to be the boss, sometimes you gotta take loss
ice boss, i floss, ice chains they gloss
my b-tch bad like rosa acosta
ain’t no stopping ’til the show is over
stack the money ’til it’s overflowing
shyneboyz, drain gang and you snow how we coming
got the 40, this b-tch get to drumming

[hook: bladee]
am i really crazy?
crazy for you baby
3 grams to the face and now i’m feeling faceless
ride around in l.a., shoot like i’m the mayor
stay out of my way, could you do me a favor?
smoking in the park yeah, feelin’ like a skater
look at me you left yeah, you look like a hater
i’m not gonna say much, i’ma say a prayer
pull off in that audi, i’ma see you later