My Blacklist Songtext
I see you’re acting kind of stubborn
I guess it suits to your hairstyle,
But I explained in a calm state of mind
I’m no thief I can pay the beer now.
But you just had to call the guards, right?
A simple understanding is not how you ride,
I hope you burn in the eternal fire
So Lucifer will teach you to be kind.
I don’t really like pointing fingers
There’s something that I just got to say
I’ve been listening to your echo,
I don’t need you boy,
I’m not your son,
It’s not just the vibe that I think is wrong,
Like water turn out the flame,
You can’t feel shame.
Everlasting comments and thoughts of no desires
Takes out the best things in me,
You won’t live to see.
So, you don’t like the way I’m singing
There’s something wrong with the accent and the pitch.
I got no problem with a critical doze
But just think of the things that you write.
There is just other ways I’m saying
But I guess it gains your confidence,
There’s no need for you to be so rude
But I see that’s where I’m heading to.
I don’t really like pointing fingers
There’s something that I just got to say
I’ve been listening to your echo.
I don’t need you boy,
I’m not your son,
It’s not just the vibe that I think is wrong,
Like water turn out the flame,
It’s all for fame.
Everlasting comments and thoughts of no desires
Takes out the best things in me,
You won’t live to see.
I guess it suits to your hairstyle,
But I explained in a calm state of mind
I’m no thief I can pay the beer now.
But you just had to call the guards, right?
A simple understanding is not how you ride,
I hope you burn in the eternal fire
So Lucifer will teach you to be kind.
I don’t really like pointing fingers
There’s something that I just got to say
I’ve been listening to your echo,
I don’t need you boy,
I’m not your son,
It’s not just the vibe that I think is wrong,
Like water turn out the flame,
You can’t feel shame.
Everlasting comments and thoughts of no desires
Takes out the best things in me,
You won’t live to see.
So, you don’t like the way I’m singing
There’s something wrong with the accent and the pitch.
I got no problem with a critical doze
But just think of the things that you write.
There is just other ways I’m saying
But I guess it gains your confidence,
There’s no need for you to be so rude
But I see that’s where I’m heading to.
I don’t really like pointing fingers
There’s something that I just got to say
I’ve been listening to your echo.
I don’t need you boy,
I’m not your son,
It’s not just the vibe that I think is wrong,
Like water turn out the flame,
It’s all for fame.
Everlasting comments and thoughts of no desires
Takes out the best things in me,
You won’t live to see.