Muddy
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em wrapped round my finger
I don't make enough of this shit
I don't make enough
I might pull this shit
Fold up the stuff
Rollin' them papers
Makin' them hits
No wearing blazers
Fuck that shit
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em right round my finger
I'm from outer space
Sit around, let my time, it waste
Still I do the chase
Supercomputer can copy and paste
It's computers, life's kinda like COD
Raygun in my pocket, odd
Watch me pull it, stop it, dodge
Jump in my spaceship, I fly it a lot
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All my drinks, they are muddy
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em wrapped round my finger
I don't make enough of this shit
I don't make enough
I might pull this shit
Fold up the stuff
Rollin' them papers
Makin' them hits
No wearing blazers
Fuck that shit
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em wrapped round my finger
I don't make enough of this shit
I don't make enough
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em wrapped round my finger
I don't make enough of this shit
I don't make enough
I might pull this shit
Fold up the stuff
Rollin' them papers
Makin' them hits
No wearing blazers
Fuck that shit
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em right round my finger
I'm from outer space
Sit around, let my time, it waste
Still I do the chase
Supercomputer can copy and paste
It's computers, life's kinda like COD
Raygun in my pocket, odd
Watch me pull it, stop it, dodge
Jump in my spaceship, I fly it a lot
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All my drinks, they are muddy
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em wrapped round my finger
I don't make enough of this shit
I don't make enough
I might pull this shit
Fold up the stuff
Rollin' them papers
Makin' them hits
No wearing blazers
Fuck that shit
All of my diamonds, they filthy
All of my drinks, they muddy
All my people, they dirty
All my people, they bloody
Too many connections out there
I keep 'em wrapped round my finger
I don't make enough of this shit
I don't make enough
Credits
Writer(s): Atticus Brown, Will Henry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 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.