Представляем точный текст композиции "Going Out With A Blast" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Fiend . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Going Out With A Blast» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Fiend передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Fiend - "Going Out With A Blast"
Lyrics to Going Out With A Blast : [Fiend] Gotta go, cause if I gotta go I know I gotta go, but Im goin out with a blast (goin out with a what) [Chorus] Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a! Murder on my mind motherfucker, so fuck ya x2 Im on the run with identical guns, murder in the first Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse Whats the worst that can happen to capital F-I I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage Was my advantage, have you forgot Im the baddest, baddest The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition Whats my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it And my logic the prophet, and if she like it you get dropped stop it, jock it As my sad ass asks back for the cash Tell me, how many players goin out my nigga [Chorus x3] You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the fuck My bitches talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck bro Already cause of me, NOPD on it Helecopter, so I had to holler at P to get the chopper Proper, hollered at a popper from that third A crazy bitch Ill B.O., but deep a nigga wont earn Word, you aint heard, this nigga kinda fed up Pressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead up Let up, the whole block smoked out like woodstock If you good you would not plot and get chopped Mine from the cocked glock, as it was a hum From two things I cant control are my cum and my gun [Chorus x2] Leave his life for me, and Im a make sure his ass goin suffer Heard he was a fed, Im a blow off both of his colors Hed '''' war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck it But fuck it, I didnt know I snorted past my budget This life, Im a rush it, dead cope with the bang Cause neer a motherfucker did a damn thing where I hang [Chorus x4] [ Going Out With A Blast Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Fiend. Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Going Out With A Blast» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Going Out With A Blast» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.