Go (Gas) - Domo Genesis/Wiz Khalifa.lrc

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[00:00.98]Produced by: Tyler, The Creator
[00:07.02]
[00:07.67]****ing put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and shit , uh
[00:12.11]
[00:12.61]Just took ten shots and I ain't pass out
[00:16.15]Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
[00:18.96]If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
[00:22.05]These ****ers filled up, bring the gas out
[00:25.14]Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole
[00:27.76]I have my ****er way with this game, no remote control
[00:30.21]Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
[00:33.87]How the **** you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball
[00:37.19]Turnt up but still smoking
[00:39.29]Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
[00:42.88]See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up
[00:45.94]In my condo smoking out watching True Blood
[00:49.03]Tryna take Taco to the strip club
[00:52.05]Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
[00:55.05]Tryna take Domo to the **** spot
[00:58.27]True pothead so I need pot
[01:00.22]
[01:00.76]Go, I'm so ****ing loaded
[01:03.44]Pockets and the smoke and all the b*****s
[01:05.57]Tell em
[01:06.16]Go, faded and I'm floatin
[01:09.29]I hope your lungs is open
[01:10.64]All the b*****s, tell em, go
[01:12.62]Now I been around the world before
[01:14.58]But I never thought it'd be this way
[01:17.52]And I smoked up all this shit before
[01:20.49]But I never thought it'd feel this way
[01:23.46]And all the b*****s be like, "Yeah"
[01:25.28]
[01:25.75]Celebration shots got me really faded
[01:27.93]Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
[01:30.64]Drunk enough to stir some controversy, b***h let's ****ing tape it
[01:33.58]I feel amazing, making digits off my ****ing cadence
[01:36.63]Suck a d**k, hater while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower
[01:39.49]Five star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
[01:42.52]Said I couldn't make it, I show you ****ers to fight the power
[01:45.54]Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
[01:48.94]A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
[01:51.53]****ers still stuck in the past, opening new scabs
[01:54.54]Me and Wiz matching bottles b***h, open two tabs
[01:57.42]Stumbling out with six models, my b***h order two cabs
[02:00.53]We ain't worried bout rivals, them ****ers too trash
[02:03.59]**** what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class
[02:06.94]And I don't give a **** what niggas ain't ****ing with
[02:09.56]OFWG run with the team or suck a d**k
[02:12.38]
[02:12.74]Go, I'm so ****ing loaded
[02:15.40]Pockets and the smoke and all the b*****s
[02:17.57]Tell em
[02:18.19]Go, faded and I'm floatin
[02:21.20]I hope your lungs is open
[02:22.43]All the b*****s, tell em, go
[02:24.22]Now I been around the world before
[02:25.62]But I never thought it'd be this way
[02:29.46]And I smoked up all this shit before
[02:32.39]But I never thought it'd feel this way
[02:35.38]And all the b*****s be like, "Yeah"
[02:36.61]
[02:38.19]Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit , watch it
[02:48.27]That's that church tambourine shit
[02:50.91]My grandma used to play that
[02:54.22]B***h
[02:57.81]Golf Wang
[02:58.98]
[02:59.37](Turn up) Yessir
[03:00.18]I got old money, I got new money
[03:01.85]Put 'em together, I got huge money
[03:03.22]Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
[03:06.35]Twenty years of success, let's toast to the best
[03:09.28]Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest
[03:12.14]Genesis **** b*****s, get end
[03:14.01]Drink gin, **** their friends
[03:15.28]Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
[03:18.28]I stay sipping c*****e
[03:19.79]Blue dream I'm rolling up
[03:21.21]Looking for a B***h with bank statements like Oprah
[03:24.24]These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
[03:27.96]My plug on call coming straight up out the basement
[03:30.91]All I know is money, it don't look like you
[03:33.87]One shot from the chopper make you look like two
[03:36.50]
[03:36.81]Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
[03:39.60]

文本歌词

Produced by: Tyler, The Creator

****ing put on a wrong head-- pair of headphones and shit , uh

Just took ten shots and I ain't pass out
Spent a hundred grand and I ain't cash out
If you smoking OG, bring the grass out
These ****ers filled up, bring the gas out
Talkin' bout some shit that you know you stole
I have my ****er way with this game, no remote control
Drinking on some gin cause I like alcohol
How the **** you sposed to win, you don't know how to ball
Turnt up but still smoking
Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
See the cars, see the watch, see I done moved up
In my condo smoking out watching True Blood
Tryna take Taco to the strip club
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer bruh (I'm right here guys!)
Tryna take Domo to the **** spot
True pothead so I need pot

Go, I'm so ****ing loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the b*****s
Tell em
Go, faded and I'm floatin
I hope your lungs is open
All the b*****s, tell em, go
Now I been around the world before
But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this shit before
But I never thought it'd feel this way
And all the b*****s be like, "Yeah"

Celebration shots got me really faded
Kind of famous, enough to laugh like I really made it
Drunk enough to stir some controversy, b***h let's ****ing tape it
I feel amazing, making digits off my ****ing cadence
Suck a d**k, hater while I selfie with the Eiffel Tower
Five star general, the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
Said I couldn't make it, I show you ****ers to fight the power
Igniting sour, watching Chowder in my finest hour
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
****ers still stuck in the past, opening new scabs
Me and Wiz matching bottles b***h, open two tabs
Stumbling out with six models, my b***h order two cabs
We ain't worried bout rivals, them ****ers too trash
**** what niggas think, I'm the illest one in the new class
And I don't give a **** what niggas ain't ****ing with
OFWG run with the team or suck a d**k

Go, I'm so ****ing loaded
Pockets and the smoke and all the b*****s
Tell em
Go, faded and I'm floatin
I hope your lungs is open
All the b*****s, tell em, go
Now I been around the world before
But I never thought it'd be this way
And I smoked up all this shit before
But I never thought it'd feel this way
And all the b*****s be like, "Yeah"

Guitars sound like some Kill Bill shit , watch it
That's that church tambourine shit
My grandma used to play that
B***h
Golf Wang

(Turn up) Yessir
I got old money, I got new money
Put 'em together, I got huge money
Bank teller call my phone, she tell me I'm putting on
Twenty years of success, let's toast to the best
Sip on some ace then I pour out the rest
Genesis **** b*****s, get end
Drink gin, **** their friends
Juicy J three hoes in a white on white Benz
I stay sipping c*****e
Blue dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a B***h with bank statements like Oprah
These black diamonds racist, Louis V no laces
My plug on call coming straight up out the basement
All I know is money, it don't look like you
One shot from the chopper make you look like two

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go