Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
How it feel to be 22?
I hustle hard like my rent is due
I'm a grown man so adulterated
Mr. Universal, Y'all all could hate him
Roll through life like I'm on some skates
And I'm hard to break cause I'm hockey chill
Though I'm on a pace to take Over states
The hate against me is Obama real
Because of race our president saw
Unprecedented and hostile feels
That's why departments is like The watchmen
Roll through the hood like a cotton field
They pick on us, pick us out
Pick us up, now the prints are down
News is on and his pictures out
Opportunities hindered now
Reputation gonna bring him down
World labelled him "criminal"
Got booked again that old ring around
Witness pointing that finger out like
"This the one think I seen this one
Think he sold my son weed or sum"
"Sorry Ms. Johnson," says the Sergeant
"We'll make sure he never sees the sun"
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
Cause I'm armed, and dangerous
This that "cool kid shit" you can't hand with us
Forbidden fruit never dangled low
I shoot it down with my angle bow
Homie called me bout a day ago
Said "This one is a banger bro"
My girl approve she so Anglo
Like a junkie honey, I had to blow
It was destined and pressed in
My mind in the second
I wrote that first verse
In the class at the desk then
Teacher said "Save them dreams
Just pay attention
Unless it pay your rent
Get you dental or pension"
Think they trying to just Mold ya focus
It's all illusions No hocus pocus
Unless they profit those goals are hopeless
So money making's the only motive
It's all machinery, locomotives
Mins and maxes and rows of quotas
Even you and I are just a number
Know no faces like Costra Nostra
Trying to control us
You think you free then you probably coping
If you woke to this, then your eyes are open
Need to fly? I supply any vibe you toking
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
Kade Holder - Bon Sous Lyrics
Kade Holder - Bon Sous Lyrics
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Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
How it feel to be 22?
I hustle hard like my rent is due
I'm a grown man so adulterated
Mr. Universal, Y'all all could hate him
Roll through life like I'm on some skates
And I'm hard to break cause I'm hockey chill
Though I'm on a pace to take Over states
The hate against me is Obama real
Because of race our president saw
Unprecedented and hostile feels
That's why departments is like The watchmen
Roll through the hood like a cotton field
They pick on us, pick us out
Pick us up, now the prints are down
News is on and his pictures out
Opportunities hindered now
Reputation gonna bring him down
World labelled him "criminal"
Got booked again that old ring around
Witness pointing that finger out like
"This the one think I seen this one
Think he sold my son weed or sum"
"Sorry Ms. Johnson," says the Sergeant
"We'll make sure he never sees the sun"
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
Cause I'm armed, and dangerous
This that "cool kid shit" you can't hand with us
Forbidden fruit never dangled low
I shoot it down with my angle bow
Homie called me bout a day ago
Said "This one is a banger bro"
My girl approve she so Anglo
Like a junkie honey, I had to blow
It was destined and pressed in
My mind in the second
I wrote that first verse
In the class at the desk then
Teacher said "Save them dreams
Just pay attention
Unless it pay your rent
Get you dental or pension"
Think they trying to just Mold ya focus
It's all illusions No hocus pocus
Unless they profit those goals are hopeless
So money making's the only motive
It's all machinery, locomotives
Mins and maxes and rows of quotas
Even you and I are just a number
Know no faces like Costra Nostra
Trying to control us
You think you free then you probably coping
If you woke to this, then your eyes are open
Need to fly? I supply any vibe you toking
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
How it feel to be 22?
I hustle hard like my rent is due
I'm a grown man so adulterated
Mr. Universal, Y'all all could hate him
Roll through life like I'm on some skates
And I'm hard to break cause I'm hockey chill
Though I'm on a pace to take Over states
The hate against me is Obama real
Because of race our president saw
Unprecedented and hostile feels
That's why departments is like The watchmen
Roll through the hood like a cotton field
They pick on us, pick us out
Pick us up, now the prints are down
News is on and his pictures out
Opportunities hindered now
Reputation gonna bring him down
World labelled him "criminal"
Got booked again that old ring around
Witness pointing that finger out like
"This the one think I seen this one
Think he sold my son weed or sum"
"Sorry Ms. Johnson," says the Sergeant
"We'll make sure he never sees the sun"
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
Cause I'm armed, and dangerous
This that "cool kid shit" you can't hand with us
Forbidden fruit never dangled low
I shoot it down with my angle bow
Homie called me bout a day ago
Said "This one is a banger bro"
My girl approve she so Anglo
Like a junkie honey, I had to blow
It was destined and pressed in
My mind in the second
I wrote that first verse
In the class at the desk then
Teacher said "Save them dreams
Just pay attention
Unless it pay your rent
Get you dental or pension"
Think they trying to just Mold ya focus
It's all illusions No hocus pocus
Unless they profit those goals are hopeless
So money making's the only motive
It's all machinery, locomotives
Mins and maxes and rows of quotas
Even you and I are just a number
Know no faces like Costra Nostra
Trying to control us
You think you free then you probably coping
If you woke to this, then your eyes are open
Need to fly? I supply any vibe you toking
Bon Sous
I'll be honest I'm gone
I'm in the latin quarter
With some bad intentions
And next I'm thinking about Prague
I don't joke around
I'm going global now
Got some travel miles in my log
And I'ma come for yours
What the f*ck you thought?
Those were battle cries in my songs
Writer: Kade Carnohan-Holder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid