Skrill - No Life

I ain't got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won't feel a'ight if i don't start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing, stoppin is like suicide yeah

I need a rest, but i ain't a cop
I never stress only time i drop's
When i trip or mess like a slip on chess
Like you put some lube on a saggy breast

Never second guess, get it on the first
And i reckon skets, all gon die from thirst
And ma weapon sets many deaths on earth
And ma pen gon let all it's thirst burst

I be spellin dark with a c, cuz i'm flamin
So mush till i no longer c in the dark
I be sellin fakes the way they did to me, cuz i'm aimin
On cunts who would throw me to sharks, yeah

I cannot lie down i could never well
I'm never well if it don't start to rain
I cannot tie down ma snail to the shell
It holds me back can't go hard or insane

I ain't got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won't feel a'ight if i don't start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing, stoppin is like suicide yeah

I'm - On a Cyclone
Last time was goin psycho
Blast rhymes on time ma feist goes
So wild on mice i might go

Extra crazy i fight hoes
To stay on point ballerina toes
Seen a lady ma mic rose
And ma feist grows Tsushima ghost

I never seen a hoe
That make me shaky like she before
That wake me daily just to see her show
Her face and spray me wit a sweet cologne
That lady's this rap shit

I know although i seem cappin
It ain't like me to attack chicks
Only tackle those wack wicked
Trash shit lackin bastards

I ain't got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won't feel a'ight if i don't start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing, stoppin is like suicide yeah

In a relationship wit the mic
Can't handle long distance shit
Can't keep ma hands inline
Can't keep ma lost writtens hid

Can't keep ma hands to myself
I harass the mic and then i dip
Can't sleep a damn sec oh well
Gotta jack the mic upcoming hits

I'm the next dawn
I'm the next on
I'm the chess god
You the best pawn

I'm a hitman
Kill a king then
I just swing by
Get that check mate

I feel messed up
Like an ex con
I feel blessed cuz
Now ma ex gone

You a hitman?
That's some shit man
Where yo hits tho?
Why you left ey?

It's obvious lies
It's obvious cap
It's obvious tries
Of gettin looked at

I'm endin these ties
Who got me just tied
I wore it for style
Not for suicide

They ask am i great
They ask if i'm right
Pretend i'm okay
Pretend i'm just fine

Pretend i'm a'ight
I look at the mic
And then i realize
I ain't got no life, yeah

I ain't got no life yeah
Put me on a mic lemme ride threw the night yeah
I won't feel a'ight if i don't start to write yeah
I cannot just lie down and try to recline yeah
I just keep on climbing, stoppin is like suicide yeah

Written by:
Bechir Mlaouhia

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