3 Tearz – Danny Brown – letras

Oh, we went to school alrightWe went to school, we was doin’ Jpegs (Check) Used to cut the rock with no glove onShove on, for the block, develop a love jones (Yeah)The reason why your ho got them rug burns (Ah)It’s no limit, call me Mr. Serv-On (Yeah)Work all day ’til the work gone (Step)Talkin’ back in the day when I had a chirp phone (Boop)My nigga made a wrong turn, got flipped in the zoneHad to say I was a smoker just so I could go home (Home)Every day, another episode (Step)I’m just tryna hear the beat like the stethoscope (Yeah)Like my bass lines thick, like a Texas hoIt was written, but the signature not legible (Nah)Drink so much, I could drown a fishOn some other shit (Step)A demon on the hunt for the succubus (Step)Why you on some pedo shit? Hit it then fuck her bitchI don’t think you know who you’re fuckin’ with (Yeah)Two tears in a bucket, fuck it (Step)I don’t care about nothin’, nothin’ (No)Two tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’ (Step)Danny, it’s dangerous, Run The Jewels is chaos in arrangementsShit’ll give your fuckface a faceliftPoppa did the Triple Lindsy flip when the ‘caine hitMama never met a bottle that she couldn’t drain quick (Ayy)Stuck in a rude mood, the fuck shit approachesLike we believe in nothin’ Lebowski (Yes, Lebowski) , there’s no motiveI babble on, tryna get bags like, « Fuck all of ’em »Death is on my couch and I’m telling’ him jokes, stallin’ himPlus, I offer one of my smokes, he smoked all of ’em (Fuck, man)True doom, eat up your crew, like foodSay the name, it’s like you prayin’ for pain, but you rudeGot a brain? You gon’ move it or lose it, you screwedI’m from fame, it’s deranged, it is sick, real shitIf I’m correct, the really cool kids prolly callin’ it lit (Hey kids)Call it shit that I am culling from my brain with a switchHold my beer, I’m ’bout to go and get rich, motherfuckersThree tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’Three tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’, hol’ upI don’t give a fuck ’bout Trump, who got dump?Who protesting collections at their garbage dump?And I don’t really give a fuck about givin’ a fuckAnd who feels that black celebrities ain’t givin’ enoughGive ’em the dick, fat, slick son of a bitchBetter than you are, what you are’s the son of a whoreMy dad told me that your mom was somethin’ mean on her kneesBut thank God we ain’t related, ’cause she swallowed the seedsHappy belated, I’m elated to know we ain’t relatedSo tell your special kids stop saying Auntie Shana my ladyI sip on fine wines, fine dine with dimes and ninesI got an Einstein mind and I still tote ironI’m a P-I-M-P in my own rhymeSpace-age gorilla pimpin’ out the cage with mineWould you steal for me, nigga?If it’s goddamn mineWould you kill for me, nigga?Bitch, you out your goddamn mindAnd that’s goddamn right, I’m goddamn MikeWin in the end like Tina did goddamn IkeThree tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’Three tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’, hol’ upThree tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’Bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’Three tears in a bucket, fuck itI don’t care about nothin’, nothin’