No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
Low money
Fast cars drivin down atlantic
My dreams are full ice
That could sink the titanic
Im independent artist
Aint none my shit f*ckin branded
I moved out the U.S.
Because when I was there i felt i was at disadvantaged
New york to new orleans
Pickin up a couple hobby
Spittin trap and flippin Stacks i was i gettin cocky
That was until the day they f*ckin got me
Put that gun up to my head
Told me this a robbery
I wasn't sellin but I
Was gettin f*ckin sloppy
Then in one year indo graduation europe
Came a long way from pine street expensive syrup
Look back at college like there was somethin there for us
Like who am I kidding just another clown in the circus
Trace on my mind
I'm not f*cking real bitch
Take all the time
F*ck how you feel
Mother of the highs
So, I press my chronic
Checking the mastermind
Sip gin n tonic hoe
Drunk off my thoughts
All i see are colors
Blue for the downs and white for the uppers
Yellow for the shines and purple for the others
Green for my highs and brown for my lows
Nuke town on, so i eat pscyolcibin
Gaze around expand your horizon
You're poor all alone, left in an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
F*ck that, pause, all we are are slaves
Pieces of shit so let me misbehave
Reconcile passion, don't let them all catch you
Down in the pot; you're just another cashew
Eat up you f*ck, no clusters can stop
Walk to the top, now they all see you trot
Open your eyes just wake up to experience
Slow down that bias, man lay in delirium
Victorious, luxurious, materials to carry them
Precarious, incurious, bacterials you buried them
No caution, we're sheep
You thought you're slick
I skip to the beat, and move my feet
No caution, we're sheep
You thought you're slick
I skip to the beat, and move my feet
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems now
Turn my phone on, you just cowered down
Have my own shots fired
Now run run
Mothaf*cka just watch me cum cum
Overcome, you sprung yea I've been done
Take my pants off, hotter than ten suns
Streets calling, raid in with ten guns
Hell open, all you f*ckers been my sons
Yea
No more problems now
Turn my phone on, you just cowered down
Have my own shots fired
Now run run
Mothaf*cka just watch me cum cum
Overcome, you sprung yea I've been done
Take my pants off, hotter than ten suns
Streets calling, raid in with ten guns
Hell open, all you f*ckers been my sons
Ay
Fight.For.Fear (feat. D-Gregs & S1ggs-) Video (MV)
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No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
Low money
Fast cars drivin down atlantic
My dreams are full ice
That could sink the titanic
Im independent artist
Aint none my shit f*ckin branded
I moved out the U.S.
Because when I was there i felt i was at disadvantaged
New york to new orleans
Pickin up a couple hobby
Spittin trap and flippin Stacks i was i gettin cocky
That was until the day they f*ckin got me
Put that gun up to my head
Told me this a robbery
I wasn't sellin but I
Was gettin f*ckin sloppy
Then in one year indo graduation europe
Came a long way from pine street expensive syrup
Look back at college like there was somethin there for us
Like who am I kidding just another clown in the circus
Trace on my mind
I'm not f*cking real bitch
Take all the time
F*ck how you feel
Mother of the highs
So, I press my chronic
Checking the mastermind
Sip gin n tonic hoe
Drunk off my thoughts
All i see are colors
Blue for the downs and white for the uppers
Yellow for the shines and purple for the others
Green for my highs and brown for my lows
Nuke town on, so i eat pscyolcibin
Gaze around expand your horizon
You're poor all alone, left in an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
F*ck that, pause, all we are are slaves
Pieces of shit so let me misbehave
Reconcile passion, don't let them all catch you
Down in the pot; you're just another cashew
Eat up you f*ck, no clusters can stop
Walk to the top, now they all see you trot
Open your eyes just wake up to experience
Slow down that bias, man lay in delirium
Victorious, luxurious, materials to carry them
Precarious, incurious, bacterials you buried them
No caution, we're sheep
You thought you're slick
I skip to the beat, and move my feet
No caution, we're sheep
You thought you're slick
I skip to the beat, and move my feet
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems now
Turn my phone on, you just cowered down
Have my own shots fired
Now run run
Mothaf*cka just watch me cum cum
Overcome, you sprung yea I've been done
Take my pants off, hotter than ten suns
Streets calling, raid in with ten guns
Hell open, all you f*ckers been my sons
Yea
No more problems now
Turn my phone on, you just cowered down
Have my own shots fired
Now run run
Mothaf*cka just watch me cum cum
Overcome, you sprung yea I've been done
Take my pants off, hotter than ten suns
Streets calling, raid in with ten guns
Hell open, all you f*ckers been my sons
Ay
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
Low money
Fast cars drivin down atlantic
My dreams are full ice
That could sink the titanic
Im independent artist
Aint none my shit f*ckin branded
I moved out the U.S.
Because when I was there i felt i was at disadvantaged
New york to new orleans
Pickin up a couple hobby
Spittin trap and flippin Stacks i was i gettin cocky
That was until the day they f*ckin got me
Put that gun up to my head
Told me this a robbery
I wasn't sellin but I
Was gettin f*ckin sloppy
Then in one year indo graduation europe
Came a long way from pine street expensive syrup
Look back at college like there was somethin there for us
Like who am I kidding just another clown in the circus
Trace on my mind
I'm not f*cking real bitch
Take all the time
F*ck how you feel
Mother of the highs
So, I press my chronic
Checking the mastermind
Sip gin n tonic hoe
Drunk off my thoughts
All i see are colors
Blue for the downs and white for the uppers
Yellow for the shines and purple for the others
Green for my highs and brown for my lows
Nuke town on, so i eat pscyolcibin
Gaze around expand your horizon
You're poor all alone, left in an island
Estranged by your laws, let your soul wisen
Grey, you become - laid in your grave
Decomposed like scum, wishing you were brave
F*ck that, pause, all we are are slaves
Pieces of shit so let me misbehave
Reconcile passion, don't let them all catch you
Down in the pot; you're just another cashew
Eat up you f*ck, no clusters can stop
Walk to the top, now they all see you trot
Open your eyes just wake up to experience
Slow down that bias, man lay in delirium
Victorious, luxurious, materials to carry them
Precarious, incurious, bacterials you buried them
No caution, we're sheep
You thought you're slick
I skip to the beat, and move my feet
No caution, we're sheep
You thought you're slick
I skip to the beat, and move my feet
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems can I solve 'em
Check my phone and death is calling
No more problems now
Turn my phone on, you just cowered down
Have my own shots fired
Now run run
Mothaf*cka just watch me cum cum
Overcome, you sprung yea I've been done
Take my pants off, hotter than ten suns
Streets calling, raid in with ten guns
Hell open, all you f*ckers been my sons
Yea
No more problems now
Turn my phone on, you just cowered down
Have my own shots fired
Now run run
Mothaf*cka just watch me cum cum
Overcome, you sprung yea I've been done
Take my pants off, hotter than ten suns
Streets calling, raid in with ten guns
Hell open, all you f*ckers been my sons
Ay
Writer: Danil Vasil, Dave Gregory, Sameh Ahmed
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid