Cabalette – PARADISE Lyrics
Artist: Cabalette
Song: PARADISE
Keep the knives in my back
Cause I’m keeping tabs
All you f#ckers think I’m easy?
When I’m done you won’t be breathing
Pulling up on me
That’s your first mistake
All it takes is
1 hot round to the face
Feel it’s warm embrace
All you f#ckers think
That your sh#t don’t stink
But you ain’t me so you hate me til your eyes don’t blink
You want my secret?
Man, I buy my drip second hand
Got my suit from the thrift store
Feeling like a gentleman
I know you m#th*rf#ck*rs sick of me
Cause I am the epitome
Of all things f#ckin sickening
I’m a filthy little f#ck
So if you wanna f#ckin hate me, then hatе me c#nt
And if you still wanna hate me
Thеn you’re sh#t out of luck
707 man we run a-f#ckin-muck
We coming for your b#tches with your bodies in the trunk
Make a feast out of you f#ckers yeah we getting blood drunk
So you think you can dance?
I’m a kangaroo on coke man you couldn’t stand a chance
If you think you got one, than you better roll the dice
Soon enough you’ll end up in you’re own paradise
〈LAST DEGREE〉
Oh damn, I got a chance to go in ham
Got zero context on this track; no regulations, nor a plan
Bar this little parched map on the back of my hand
Redesign it everyday, I’m onto new directions
Need attention
Best be running when I get inventing
I vent all this pent up tension
b#tch this brain a weapon
I fire off a shot; it riddles you and your dimension
Not to mention, you’re all pests; I’m here for dissection, count your blessing
Knew I’d be the best at running my mouth from a young age
Coincidentally that what my job involves every day
Get to write, get to fight with myself on a page
Lach and Ty got a Civic who insights war and rage
b#tches gaze at my name on their feed when they lay
Under daze, under sheets, in the haze of their brain
I just beat at my meat, got no time in the day
Make a beat, rinse repeat, post a meme that’s my play
Don’t give a f#ck, I’m doing what I want
Know that I make my luck
Its that or drugs, excited for either
They both give me that buzz
I’m stacking up, the load makes me tired, but I keep racking up
Not lacking gruff, know that I’m inspired when I exact my lus
It takes a bust
And a busta who’s a chump
Paying money up front
From a bump by my lump
Just so I could get crunked. Hit a blunt, jam some funk
With some 40oz an sun, got your mum shaking rump
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Release Year: 2018