{"id":185426,"created_at":"2020-11-21 22:55:50","updated_at":"2021-04-17 06:13:21","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2020-11-21 22:55:50","original_id":null,"artist_id":91094,"title":"WAT$EBA","slug":"wateba","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":7150,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Hook:\r\n\r\nDean rolled a joint looking more like a dick\r\nSmoking it feels like he busy fuckin my head\r\nWe act tough coz vele a re tsubi makgai\r\nWatseba!watseba\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nVerse 1:\r\nWent from being silent to pull out this classic\r\nTwo years later they wonder why I'm still breathing\r\nFuck the interludes,niqqa I'm aiming for the moon \r\nAnd I read the paper views that I'm the problem in my hood\r\nI'm heading to the crown cut the divine with interventions\r\nWhen i breath on the mice all these beats turn to corpses\r\nTo prove this is a morgue I'm here around me is jxt the caskets\r\nCoz these niqqas act saint when we I'm the public figures \r\nBetter pick the pen up and reduce the smoking habit \r\nI check the closet first I don't mind about your appearance\r\nNevermind our differences surely we are meant for this\r\nAnd every beat we jumpin on is classified as rest in peace.","download_count":41,"play_count":19,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":3,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-17","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5fb\/97e\/d28\/thumb_567564_300_300_0_0_crop.jpg","status_reason":"published","status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
Song Lyrics:
Hook:
Dean rolled a joint looking more like a dick
Smoking it feels like he busy fuckin my head
We act tough coz vele a re tsubi makgai
Watseba!watseba
Verse 1:
Went from being silent to pull out this classic
Two years later they wonder why I'm still breathing
Fuck the interludes,niqqa I'm aiming for the moon
And I read the paper views that I'm the problem in my hood
I'm heading to the crown cut the divine with interventions
When i breath on the mice all these beats turn to corpses
To prove this is a morgue I'm here around me is jxt the caskets
Coz these niqqas act saint when we I'm the public figures
Better pick the pen up and reduce the smoking habit
I check the closet first I don't mind about your appearance
Nevermind our differences surely we are meant for this
And every beat we jumpin on is classified as rest in peace.
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