Corona
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
Life ain't all the glory
At least inside my head
I'm just tryna keep my story
Alive and well said
People try to step on me I'll squash all these bitches
Cross on my bitch and you gonna need stitches
I'm tired of all this shit
Ain't ever have time to be a kid
I'm fucking rhyming on this shit
It ain't my style but i guess I'll live
I'm tired of all this shit
Ain't ever got time to breathe a bit
I'm dropping bars these words I spit
They ain't my style but I guess I live
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
Life ain't all the glory
At least inside my head
I'm just tryna keep my story
Alive and well said
People try to step on me I'll squash all these bitches
Cross on my bitch and you gonna need stitches
I'm tired of all this shit
Ain't ever have time to be a kid
I'm fucking rhyming on this shit
It ain't my style but i guess I'll live
I'm tired of all this shit
Ain't ever got time to breathe a bit
I'm dropping bars these words I spit
They ain't my style but I guess I live
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your sternum
Wings you gotta earn em bitch
And I ain't earned nada
People preaching burn em all shit
Life ain't full of Prada
My tracks are nasty
Corona
Blacked out lungs but ain't no stoner
Heart of vice they say stone him
Blacked out eyes I'll break your
Credits
Writer(s): Ezekiel De Paz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.