Chessmaster - Chester Watson

Chessmaster - Chester Watson

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Год
2018
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`Angļu`
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Chessmaster

Chester Watson

Yeah, lately there a lot of things going on in my life

That keep my head from meeting the pillow on lonely nights

Only tempted to slit my wrists if I’m near a golden knife

And I got so high that I forgot my fear of open nights

Now I’m on a cliff, barrel full of beer, couple sprites, cup of OJ

Got these chicks kissing like they was nice, doubt it

Now we’re buying the city, I’d rather buy a mountain

Buy some TNT, blow that shit up and build a cave

I’m in tune with my youth like I found the fountain

And I barely tie my shoes so fuck what you say

And my whole damn crew some type of monsters

Whenever we together, Japanese parade

Jun-Ji and Moon-Ji got me like I copped the sponsor

Told my girl I really talk to groupies at the concerts

Told them they can go show they boobies to my entourage

And their energy is getting to me make my mind up

Every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down

Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down

I said that every time I go on stage I got to turn the lights down

Sometimes I cop anxiety please turn the lights down

I can show you how to make a couple witches want

3−0-5 I’m chilling higher eight fold like a don

I can never trust you like I never trust your drugs

She like how I

Roll it up, stack it up, all these loons, I’m in love

Pull it up, switching lanes, high as fuck boy I might go buy a plane

Took you to the water but I can not make you drink it

I got money murder music they gon' pay me if I say this

Every time I be inside her she hit notes like she a singer

I can never be a groupie give a fuck about a thing

I remember all the times you told me I would never be shit

I was ridin', busin', flexin' and if you need it I got eight

Pussy boy filled with hate, blowing smoke all in they face

Fuck around going super Sayian I might get married at the bank

Young boys getting what he earned, you killed me my

Thirty-five bitches on my line but I cut my phone service

I don’t care my, look back and I

Fuck it up, fuck a double ah, triple up and just go down

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