Kam Nazashtam - Fazel Deriss

In the war zone with the hittas Yeah, check gang though I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post) These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT St. Regis, 27th floor I'm with some heathens, they doin' the most (Most, most) Christian Louboutin, blood on the floor (Floor, floor) I'm so militant, Valentino camo Maserati (Woo), that's a body I be fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh Poor or pimp, do or die Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac I was gettin' it on the air mattress, servin' rocks in some Air Maxes Blendin' in with my habitat, hit it hard, then double back Credit card, that was scammer time, undecided then I drove by it Benz coupe with the white tires, was a prototype In the 305, drivin' 105 On the 95, hammer on my side I've been way too quiet, I get way too fly I got water diamonds, throw 'em on a dyke I got an orange light, I got some green kush I got some clear ice, you need to stay put I got on white socks, give me some white top I got a white Richard Mille, cost a whole car I came up from out the field, workin' that ol' boy Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas Bought a pink poodle for a stack, gave it to shawty for her birthday Had her posted up on the runway, I'm gettin' like Floyd with the grandé Slangin' that raw on the runway, pourin' up drank on a Tuesday I was on a yacht on a Tuesday, keep it on God, come Tuesday Maserati truck on Tuesday, better keep up, don't lose me Gettin' geeked up, I'm exclusive Two cell phones, and I'm ruthless Two cups on, and I'm vicious In the war zone with the hittas I was goin' in the house with the vision I done came back out with a million I was hypnotizin' yay', I was cookin' up powder yay' I was makin' it shower yay', for 43 hours, yay I'm proud to say I made it, got the whole damn world invaded 3K hit the phone, I ain't save it I be sittin' in the 'yo when they hatin' I'ma pop up on you in the latest She was talkin' that shit and I paid it Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post) These niggas, yeah, yeah, know I'm the GOAT In the 305, drivin' 105 On the 95, hammer on my side This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas Servin' Killa Cam, bought a new toy Bought a new toy Bought a new toy Servin' Killa Cam This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas

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

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour