Boys from the South - Pistol Annies

Ayy, it's DubDaddy on the track Not a rapper, but I thought I'd have a crack Another song, another bar, another stack We keep coming back, now we picking up a slack Get laid, get paid, get a raid Trigger-Treat sweet, but can't beat the blade It's Halloween bitch, it's time to get made Better lock up, or you're gonna get slayed Ayy, The Boys are coming in Got lit last night, I'm the Cherry Gin Smoking gas, eating ass, not commiting sin We're goin' large like Amy Schumer's second chin Hey everybody, my name is JoshDub When I don't do crime, I talk shit at the club I like Corona, no lime And having a tug I got my bread no crust, 'cause you know I'm a thug It's Halloween My girl cooking, clean Doing flips in the sheets, call that Trick-n-Treat In the back of a Bentley, and we got on rings Riding in the streets, shouting scary things (oo! Ahh!) The Boys in town and we hunting clowns Couple kings with a couple crowns (bank mate) Scaring kids while we're blowing clouds It's Mully in the back, and your bitch is getting plowed It's spooky and cold on this dreadful night But we got some beauties in our sight We love the shadows And fear of the light But we'll steal your girl with one quick bite On Halloween you can hear many sounds Some screaming, some crying in the background But if I see some kind of creepy clown Oh, you better believe it's going down! All the witches the be on me, with glee When I walk up in a room it's a party Got no reflection but there's one thing you can see Our competition running, scared as they should be Never give our little secrets away (hush-hush-hush) Wiping away all the haters like a (brush-brush-brush) We be stealing all your candy in a (rush-rush-rush) Dropping songs and videos and always (crush-crush-crush) Got these demons in my head, overwhelming me with fear, and dread (dread, dread, dread) Screaming in my bed keep me grinding 'til I'm dead (dead, dead, dead) Spirits in my head come and visit me from time to time (time-to-time, time) People say I'm sick but I swear to God I'm fine (I'm fine, I'm fine!) Trick-or-Treat! Excuse me, what the fuck is this? Candy corn, Bit-O-Honey, one Hershey Kiss? ¿Que no sabes que me dicen "El Mexorsist"? If you don't know who I am, then I'll tell you what it is Got a blanket to protect me, and a wooden cross I sprinkle Holy Water to show demons who's boss I make videos to scare all the kiddos And I'll exercise your tía with a bag of Hot Cheetos I shook Freddy Krueger's hand GRAW harder than The Grudge Make Pennywise fuck two and give Huggy-Wuggy a hug I got good at hide-and-seek, you can always ask a fed I put poison in your GOAT now the Chupacabra's dead! I live in the States, born in Monterrey Got a gringa by my side, she can cook some frijoles I cross the border and la migra said "Hey, come on down, but you just can't stay!" Running and hiding, and working and fighting You don't got the papers to even be trying To say it was easy, then I would be lying Soy un imigrante con gran corazón En vez de rocogiendo la basura de tu escaloña Ahora ocupo la pantalla de tu habitación Hasta parece que yo tomo gasolina Te enciendo con mis rapes, es pura adrenalina Mi tierra, la extraño, nunca olvidare mi casa ¡Un saludo para todos mis Latinos y mi raza! Now give me the Reese's Cup bitch! Ya-da, ya-da, ya-da, ya-da Something about a square You, me, and Juice Box 'bout to go blare Like the witch, that's a sitch Halloween night, 'bout to wake up in a ditch And I'm stacking up dinero Got this young man feeling like George Romero Picked up on clean know we saw it in the taro's Dig a little deeper, boy, you almost at the mid-row I don't really know I don't really know Ya-da, ya-da Ya-da, ya-da My goldfish took a little holiday Left me feeling sour like that Minute Maid One day he said he wanna go to Outer Space So I made a little rocket out of Gatorade bottles Got your grandma at the war And she gonna catch the fade I don't really give a fuck I'm just tryna get paid I will smoke your grandad too If he even looks my way I will kick your little sister in her motherfuckin' face That's that shit you learn in Florida when you smoking K-2 Hold that shit up in my chest, boy, I'm 'bout to turn blue I might mosy down the target man, and buy me that canoe I can't, haha, uh

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Startin' from zero, got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just across the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs Finally see what it means to be living See, my old man's got a problem He lives with the bottle, that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working His body's too young to look like his Mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said, "somebody's got to take care of him" So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Still gotta make a decision Leave tonight, or live and die this way So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car We go cruisin', entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job So I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house, live in the suburbs So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car Is it fast enough so you can fly away? You still gotta make a decision Leave tonight, or live and die this way