Doomsday
[00:00.000] 作词 : Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young
[00:00.667] 作曲 : Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young
[00:01.335] Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
[00:05.986] Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
[00:08.826] With, uh, lots of caramel (*****)
[00:10.053] I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
[00:15.326] On a Eminem beat, ironically
[00:18.477] Yeah-yeah, three years
[00:21.484] Uh, uh, okay
[00:23.461] I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
[00:25.617] With LeBron's frame and a tattoo of my mom's name
[00:28.335] This industry has nothing to offer beyond fame
[00:30.789] Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James
[00:33.402] Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
[00:36.060] Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer
[00:38.783] I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
[00:41.060] So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher
[00:43.656] Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah
[00:46.272] I'm too fast, gettin' this cash
[00:47.877] Get in the way, get your brain bashed
[00:49.660] Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face
[00:51.369] I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced
[00:53.572] You niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase
[00:56.308] Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight
[00:58.970] Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage
[01:01.365] For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid
[01:03.970] And since the sixth grade I been great, no sensei
[01:06.543] My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
[01:09.295] I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways
[01:11.773] Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
[01:14.621] Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with
[01:17.036] And on the Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (Woah, ayy)
[01:19.747] Me and and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the universe
[01:22.173] You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
[01:24.868] Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?"
[01:27.416] Something that's very ****in' expensive, I deserve to brag
[01:30.479] I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap
[01:32.745] Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
[01:35.125] Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash
[01:37.878] The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed
[01:39.546] See, what you know about my life and my troubled past?
[01:41.824] Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash
[01:44.393] Copped the duffle bag
[01:45.307] Ten bands on my ****in' ass, that's a subtle brag
[01:47.833] High level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah
[01:50.728] Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play
[01:53.084] Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face
[01:55.936] Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
[01:58.144] Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (Uh)
[02:00.907] Carry him, then bury him, barbarian
[02:03.287] Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian
[02:06.189] My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin
[02:08.726] Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, its embarrassin'
[00:00.667] 作曲 : Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young
[00:01.335] Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
[00:05.986] Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
[00:08.826] With, uh, lots of caramel (*****)
[00:10.053] I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
[00:15.326] On a Eminem beat, ironically
[00:18.477] Yeah-yeah, three years
[00:21.484] Uh, uh, okay
[00:23.461] I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
[00:25.617] With LeBron's frame and a tattoo of my mom's name
[00:28.335] This industry has nothing to offer beyond fame
[00:30.789] Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James
[00:33.402] Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
[00:36.060] Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer
[00:38.783] I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
[00:41.060] So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher
[00:43.656] Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah
[00:46.272] I'm too fast, gettin' this cash
[00:47.877] Get in the way, get your brain bashed
[00:49.660] Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face
[00:51.369] I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced
[00:53.572] You niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase
[00:56.308] Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight
[00:58.970] Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage
[01:01.365] For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid
[01:03.970] And since the sixth grade I been great, no sensei
[01:06.543] My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
[01:09.295] I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways
[01:11.773] Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
[01:14.621] Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with
[01:17.036] And on the Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (Woah, ayy)
[01:19.747] Me and and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the universe
[01:22.173] You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
[01:24.868] Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?"
[01:27.416] Something that's very ****in' expensive, I deserve to brag
[01:30.479] I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap
[01:32.745] Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
[01:35.125] Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash
[01:37.878] The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed
[01:39.546] See, what you know about my life and my troubled past?
[01:41.824] Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash
[01:44.393] Copped the duffle bag
[01:45.307] Ten bands on my ****in' ass, that's a subtle brag
[01:47.833] High level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah
[01:50.728] Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play
[01:53.084] Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face
[01:55.936] Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
[01:58.144] Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (Uh)
[02:00.907] Carry him, then bury him, barbarian
[02:03.287] Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian
[02:06.189] My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin
[02:08.726] Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, its embarrassin'
作词 : Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young
作曲 : Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
With, uh, lots of caramel (*****)
I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
On a Eminem beat, ironically
Yeah-yeah, three years
Uh, uh, okay
I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
With LeBron's frame and a tattoo of my mom's name
This industry has nothing to offer beyond fame
Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James
Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer
I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher
Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah
I'm too fast, gettin' this cash
Get in the way, get your brain bashed
Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face
I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced
You niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase
Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight
Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage
For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid
And since the sixth grade I been great, no sensei
My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways
Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with
And on the Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (Woah, ayy)
Me and and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the universe
You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?"
Something that's very ****in' expensive, I deserve to brag
I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap
Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash
The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed
See, what you know about my life and my troubled past?
Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash
Copped the duffle bag
Ten bands on my ****in' ass, that's a subtle brag
High level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah
Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play
Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face
Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (Uh)
Carry him, then bury him, barbarian
Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian
My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin
Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, its embarrassin'
作曲 : Max Lord/Lyrical Lemonade/Jarad Higgins/Cordae Dunston/Melvin Charles Bradford/Marshall Mathers/Andre Young
Uh-huh, yeah-yeah
Juice is eating a, uh, ice cream
With, uh, lots of caramel (*****)
I just had a ice cream sandwich, M&Ms
On a Eminem beat, ironically
Yeah-yeah, three years
Uh, uh, okay
I'm the type to come in the game and just launch pain
With LeBron's frame and a tattoo of my mom's name
This industry has nothing to offer beyond fame
Time to take these niggas to school, LeBron James
Lesson one, I'm a bad teacher who gave the class seizures
Smash divas, stash reefer in the lab freezer
I found the reefer Cordae stashed in the back of the lab
So I'm in class, smokin' gas, slappin' the class preacher
Bring the house down on you hoes, Queen Latifah
I'm too fast, gettin' this cash
Get in the way, get your brain bashed
Chopper gon' smash, hittin' your face
I'ma tie up, just like a shoe, my flow laced
You niggas so fake, wash your face in my showcase
Fresher than Colgate, make hoes wait, I hold weight
Bottle of Rosé in the Rolls, drivin' with road rage
For ten days, off Xans, just tryna get paid
And since the sixth grade I been great, no sensei
My rent paid for ten days 'cause my pen's great
I smoke ten Js with two hoes that go both ways
Funny how two plus two equals foreplay
Speakin' of foreplay, had this shit in the hallway with
And on the Sunday, I guess I'm just too blessed (Woah, ayy)
Me and and my nigga Juice WRLD takin' over the universe
You knew it first, got my mom Chanel with the newest purse
Birkin bag, never hurt to ask, "What type of purse is that?"
Something that's very ****in' expensive, I deserve to brag
I murder tracks, this isn't mumble, it's murder rap
Type of shit your grandma understand with her old ass
Spend a half a million, then go back and make some more cash
The hair trigger Brazilian, you would get your whole hood waxed
See, what you know about my life and my troubled past?
Took the shuttle pass, hit the mall, I got double cash
Copped the duffle bag
Ten bands on my ****in' ass, that's a subtle brag
High level, we be makin' moves, hit the huddle fast, ah
Break the huddle, get a sack, that's a fumble on the play
Not in my house, he look like Mutombo in the face
Leave him spinnin' like a funnel cloud with lightning and some thunder
Like the Wizard of O-Z, the way we carry him away (Uh)
Carry him, then bury him, barbarian
Beef with anybody, even if you vegetarian
My flow on ebola, your flow just need Claritin
Runnin' laps 'round these chaps, its embarrassin'
