Lyrics Wilcon - Drum Beater / 3 Homes

Drum Beater / 3 Homes Lyrics – Wilcon

Singer: Wilcon
Title: Drum Beater / 3 Homes

Drum beater
Never picking up the things you say
Cause my brain’s a one seater
One liners

Mystify two timers
Three months
California, four fires
Five titles, 49ers

Six files off limewire
Seven days a week
Maybe eight, i’m tired
Nine times out of ten

I’ll stop counting
Thought at nineteen
I’d be moving mountains
Here i go with the numbers again

You treat life like, it is your friend
And you swear to never make an enеmy till the end
But you gotta levеl up so there’s no need to pretend
Not everybody gonna f#ck with you, hope you understand

Cause
Shit’s different when you beat to your drum
Baby #ss trolls suck your dick and their thumb
But you gotta stick it through, persevere, overcome

Gotta know while the moon, and the stars and the sun
Are still above your head, that you will be the one
To further on the legacy, greatest there ever was
The greatest to ever do it, the greatest to have become

The person i really am today, i used to be so dumb
I’m from ny (aye)
Know how ny be
Raised 10 miles out of nyc

I got a jersey girl, i’ll give her that ny d
Hit ‘em with the science like ny e
If you keep a 30 on you like it’s 10 times 3
It could be concealed and it still won’t get by me

I can’t stand you, man i need to check my feet
Was in phoenix, arizona at a penthouse suite
But i’m in southern california tryna live my dreams
Leaving graham, nick, juice, and my bro tyric

Leaving jordan, gavin, max, dada, and taisir
Eight months on the land, still got no ties here
I wanna be a rapper, diarrhea of the mouth is what i got
Vip parking pass, no one in my spot

Really gotten better, i think everyone is shocked
But then again, i also think that everybody grows a lot
Including myself
Including yourself

Don’t forget the rapid fluctuations of my health
I’m losing count of all resuscitations of my wealth
I’m losing out on all these happy times, super swell
By the time i’m dead, hopefully the icebergs didn’t melt

I need a ward, i’m a psychopath, come and ring my bell
I do not believe in jesus, yeah so every time you tell
My reincarnation-believing #ss spirit to go to hell
I could give two f#cks less

Got two bucks less
Than when i started
Minus like a couple racks
I’m money broken-hearted

Hit stick, take him out the game, he’s carted
Off the field
Signs in my life don’t say stop
They say yield

But i ignore them
Cause i beat to my own drum
I’m biggity back back
Got sh#t up in my knapsack

Shooting out these metaphors
Until my brain goes clickety clack clack
Kris humphries caught in crossfire
Call it kris kross

So unfortunate
That’s wiggity wiggity wiggity wack
I get thinner and thinner and fat
You should go smoke a cig in a shack

You’re a nature boy?
Go make sure ducks still making a quack
Why do people ask me
Are you sh#tting me?

But i’m not taking a crap
I’m like a chocolate stain on orange shirts
What’s that mean?
I think of the chicago statue

When you say that you’re popping beans
You need to cut ties with the b#tch
Word to her cut off jeans
Some of you homies

Don’t even know what cut off means
Need to get strapped
To a jetpack
So get back

Won’t get last
Ego bout the size
Of dk metcalf
Done there

And been that
Confused?
God forbid that!
Something that would

Make us both enthused?
Yo i’m with that
Can’t break the code
Like a kit kat

I’m masterful with chit chat
Pass me the ball i got a mismatch
Three homes, word to each place
I’ve ever tripped at

What you say?
Only the real would understand that!
It’s the dead of the night i’m coming alive in
Word up to ferg, imma keep on striving

Might’ve popped a tab, should i keep on driving?
All my gold medals gotta have silver linings
Scout for all my b#tches then i gotta read the findings
Sleep through my alarms, cause i do not need reminding

Of things i have to do in the morning, at night i’m grinding
But i will stay working ‘til the sun starts shining
Put in mad work like i’m walking up a steep hill
I’m 19, i only buy weed and cheap thrills

You got f#cked up, cause you mixed champagne
With cheap pills
But at least your life insurance policy like 3 mills
Speak morbidly, not like obese

Got siblings in ‘08, ‘06, and ‘03
Gotta stick to some advice some
Sister told me
You can’t get in if you don’t pay

It’s tickets only
Need to get strapped
To a jetpack
So get back

Won’t get last
Ego bout the size
Of dk metcalf
Done there

And been that
Confused?
God forbid that!
Something that would

Make us both enthused?
Yo i’m with that
Can’t break the code
Like a kit kat

I’m masterful with chit chat
Pass me the ball i got a mismatch
Three homes, word to each place
I’ve ever tripped at

What you say?
Only the real would understand that!
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Drum Beater / 3 Homes – English Translation

Drum beater
Never picking up the things you say
Cause my brain’s a one seater
One liners

Mystify two timers
Tiga bulan
California, four fires
Five titles, 49ers

Six files off limewire
Tujuh hari seminggu
Maybe eight, i’m tired
Seperti biasa

I’ll stop counting
Thought at nineteen
I’d be moving mountains
Here i go with the numbers again

Menyebabkan
Shit’s different when you beat to your drum
Baby #ss trolls suck your dick and their thumb
But you gotta stick it through, persevere, overcome