lirik lagu i.hope.good - bandana!
[hook: ihopegood]
cuz i can’t return the favour, who can i trust?
keep your ties in check because in life there is no “us”
banarang, fighting with the gang
two lanes, we drive our efforts to the bank
slide like a penguin, feast on watermelon
cooking dinner, when it’s done you say “thanks!”
headband, think i’m in a gang
not a crip or blud, but style is my thing
paisley, they all think i’m crazy
cuz i’m going slim faster than what i can drink
call me what you want, but the villain i’m not
bandana, wear it when it rain
shield ting, fight ting, even when it hard ting
bandana soaking up all my pain
[verse 1: mc galvy]
no matter how hard you can try, you’re never gonna find me
you’re never gonna guess at the place that i am hiding
i don’t even know where i am, someone please remind me
i think i’m lost and can’t get up, i’m asking very kindly
oh wait, yeah that’s right, i’m hiding in these stacks of hundreds
eating rappers after i k!ll them and make them hummus
maybe not just them i think i’ll need a bit of fungus
what am i saying? i don’t know, i just want some hummus
you wanna take a shot, but i’m kobe with the rebound
win it like leslie, nope with the recount
check your ray banz with the eyes that you see out
cuz those banz that you like are senile
eminem’s good, yes that’s true, but that’s probably the only rapper that you listen to
time to grow up and listen to the new
hey yeah, that’s me, but now we like
[hook: ihopegood]
cuz i can’t return the favour, who can i trust?
keep your ties in check because in life there is no “us”
banarang, fighting with the gang
two lanes, we drive our efforts to the bank
slide like a penguin, feast on watermelon
cooking dinner, when it’s done you say “thanks!”
headband, think i’m in a gang
not a crip or blud, but style is my thing
paisley, they all think i’m crazy
cuz i’m going slim faster than what i can drink
call me what you want, but the villain i’m not
bandana, wear it when it rain
shield ting, fight ting, even when it hard ting
bandana soaking up all my pain
[verse 2: ihopegood]
imagine your people defy you
they claim that they’re good, but they lying (ooh!)
pretending so they can get clout (aye!)
to be by your side for their own gain
my coup has been closed for a while now
don’t know when, but we’ll meet in the downtown
the parties and games? we’ll go real loud
just gotta get out of this lockdown
feeling manic, so give me my life back
everyone that i know is in panic
my penny’s across the atlantic
all of the markets are crashing, titanic (sh~t!)
n0body’s choice when it comes to fame, but if it comes to performing i’m rapid (aye!)
i’ll keep proclaiming i’m the best without some pity fans to make me feel tough
i don’t need no label, cuz talent brings my paper
people i don’t need? dismiss em! for real, they taking up sp~ce
clean, how i lean, competition is jokes
it don’t matter if you’re broke cuz ain’t n0body finna know
little boy, in this game i’m the winner
tried to help you out, you ignored, so i’m done with this (aye, aye!)
[hook: ihopegood]
cuz i can’t return the favour, who can i trust?
keep your ties in check because in life there is no “us”
banarang, fighting with the gang
two lanes, we drive our efforts to the bank
slide like a penguin, feast on watermelon
cooking dinner, when it’s done you say “thanks!”
headband, think i’m in a gang
not a crip or blud, but style is my thing
paisley, they all think i’m crazy
cuz i’m going slim faster than what i can drink
call me what you want, but the villain i’m not
bandana, wear it when it rain
shield ting, fight ting, even when it hard ting
bandana soaking up all my pain
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