Текст песниChillinit - One Breathe One Take

Fuck me

You know, so we ain’t really never had no old money

I gotta go in

We got a whole lotta new money though

Don’t judge, fuck it

Beast mode

Ayy, uh

Raindrop, drop top

I got Migos to pass the weed

I’m not offset, but I set off with the takeoff

Probably why the hottie gotta body like Cardi B

Bob Marley, I pass the weed

Pass the tree, 'cause my lyrics are a masterpiece

You can find me in the house like I’m Ali G

And I got a motherfuckin' ounce like I’m Charlie Sheen (Perfect)

Fuck my ex, I can’t stand her, argh

Fuck my friends, I ain’t Chandler, argh

First names Blake, not Adam

See me travellin' the longest yards, I’m A. Sandler, argh

I was in a hotel loungin'

Me and Baggsy were smokin' cones

And now I’m tryna get a bag on my broken phone

I’m livin' like a rockstar like I’m Post Malone

Slow down one time, baby, let’s go

Heck no, I’m tryna put a house up in escrow

I just wanna get a Ying Yang Twin

Then show 'em my Lil Jon till the girls wanna get low (Yeah!)

I’m the one to put a bar in the underground

You motherfuckers better make your thanks

When it comes to the dollar, dollar bills

Yeah, Chillin' get all the money, I’m a Saint George bank

(Perfect) Woo, woo, find me at a rave

Gettin' blazed with the kush and I’m lookin' for a pill hit

Got the gloves at the back

With the ball, my brother, I ain’t never Adam Gilchrist

Only my Don Bradman would get that

The bender it goes five days: test match

This ain’t the Basement Jaxx

But «Where's your head at?»

Ha, stay in the cut with the sesh lad

Call up my crew, «Where the sesh at?»

If it’s your wife we don’t text back

Arnie Schwarzenegger, I flex rap

Hit the forty, Rick and Morty

Fly through space, stay high with a jetpack

Swear that your bitch is boring, switch the story

You might end in the place where my ex at (Perfect)

I’m a man, bruv, I do what a man does

So I do it for my man then my man up

I grew up not fuckin' with the mainstream

'Cause I had Big L rockin' on my Samsung

You can’t be damn stupid

Brother, I’m Chill, don’t ask your man, «Who's this?»

I jump on the Gram, I pass the damn doobie

I smoke me a spliff like Armin Van Buren

No money, so I skip my rent

See Jackson high all the time like 50 Cent

I ain’t ever done Muay Thai

But I still get high with my homies that hit the legs

All of you faggots are soundin' American

Bruv, I’m the pimp at your party

Check out this Aussie that’s swaggin'

With Nautica jackets and shrimps on the barbie (Perfect)

These days I’m sippin' the cheap whiskey

Till the day that I die I’ll be high

No surprise, I ain’t givin' a fuck, it seems risky

I’ll overdose on Nurofen Plus like 360

I was under satan’s spell

But Blake rebelled, the drugs I would take as well

I blazed the L, then stare up at the face of hell

That make a motherfucker laugh like I’m Dave Schapelle

Look back at it, oh my God

Wu-Tang Clan’s playin' on my iPod

Got a white girl in some lingerie

She pass J’s with her arse in my face and the lights on

Argh, I can’t even breath, bro. Fuck it, that’s it. One take. 420 fam.

Bodybag Media. Deadthread (Perfect) (Smoke weed every day) Ah, pack me up.

Call me a stripper, shit, I’m fucked. That was harder than I thought