Текст Jelly Roll – Checkmate
Текст:
Let me start this off, there’s no barkin’ dog
Got to move different when you got a heart involved
I can talk a lot of shit but I’ma knock it off
‘Cause that don’t help you get the motherfuckin’ problem solved
Not ballin’, stacked a couple racks for sure
King Kong shit, come and holla at your boy
No ping pong bitch, we ain’t goin’ back and forth
I deserve a purple heart like I’m back from war
What the fuck you think I went bad apple for?
Every single kid called a piece of shit
That ever got his ass kicked and came back for more
Still see snakes so I’m cuttin’ up the lawn
Almost lost a queen fuckin’ with a pawn
Man up when he’s wrong, stand up all alone
Real king won’t say nothin’ when he’s wrong
I can feel the hate in an obvious way
Stay away from ones that just offer you hate
Wake up and I pray at the start of the day
Are you hungry? I could put my heart on a plate
Ha, I need help Lord
‘Cause this whole time knowin’ that I’m comin’ up
I’ve been doin’ all of this by myself Lord
And the only thing I ever did was fuck it up
Loose screw, tight circle
Eradicate, dead weight
My move, your move
My move, checkmate
Won’t lose, too soon
To die, I’m too great
You lose, checkmate
Loose screw, tight circle
Eradicate, dead weight
My move, your move
My move, checkmate
Won’t lose, too soon
To die, I’m too great
Next move my best move
You lose, checkmate
Take flight before the crash and burn
Left in a hurry for a fast return
Calm with the reaper but the bastard dies
Devil twist the truth but the pastor lies
Baptized in that fire water
I’ma die harder than Bruce Willis
Too witted I’m a loose cannon
Keep your nose out, you got no business
So see us I’m sick of you
Point and aim, I don’t pick and chose
Pillow talk is what bitches do
But I’m brain dead, you better think it through
You can’t hide from your past
He show his face like peek-a-boo
You don’t have no respect, them young gun’s gon’ teach it to
My next move will be my best move
My last move, total lie
Build my kingdom like Camelot
Go to war for love, Sir Lancelot
They dance around, I mosh pit
I speak the truth and they talk shit
Times short, hear the clock tick
No more locked doors, I’m the lock smith
Loose screw, tight circle
Eradicate, dead weight
My move, your move
My move, checkmate
Won’t lose, too soon
To die, I’m too great
Next move my best move
You lose, checkmate
Loose screw, tight circle
Eradicate, dead weight
My move, your move
My move, checkmate
Won’t lose, too soon
To die, I’m too great
Next move my best move
You lose, checkmate
Альбом
Jelly Roll – Waylon & Willie III
