笨小笨Back (Explicit)歌词由Lil_47th演唱，出自专辑《Broken Symphonies (Explicit)》，下面是《Back (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Back (Explicit)歌词完整版
Knife through the back
What you getting on
Getting all back
Breaking my back
What you sitting on
Money? racks? none of that
None of that is yours
You just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty
I've worked hard and hard and
Thinking of being
Like one of the stars and
You know i grew up
From wrinkles to roses
You know i stood
Up papers to poses
To pistols that blicky
Under the sun where
The heat getting freaky
Crystals wrapping under
My brain and it sticky
All the mental motions
Swerving like they drippy
Pandemonium making
Time feel skippy
At my low
It all go in slow motion
In my brain w
Hole lotta distortion
Popping pussies
Is a pleasure of portion
In my house
We getting paucity portions
Cracks in the city
Like venting abortions
But I came out of it
Free of contortions
Back of my lines is a fortune
And I got it tucked
You know that i set it up
Three in the bank
Net not connecting
No more cause I broke it up
Them old broes bein so pussy
They keep lackin up
In order to see me now
They look me up
Crazy how they turned up
From being my men, to bein my fans
Just got a new glock finna pull
The trigga feelin like a satan
He gonna feel
Like an opp making a dance
Pants, peeing his pants, his hands –
Blood, drilling, mud
Filling the place like a flood
Confetti, slips n' machete
Slips in my chevy
You aint ready, the shit im poppin
Places to stop in, im non-stoppin
Gettin ready
Drop in, coppin, new whip, hop in
Showin my rollie, bitches lock in
Figurin you hawks out like hawkins
Tryna get rid of the toxins
They strangers
But im trying to —>
Transcend (ex)pectations
Constellations connect
Stars like my angels
Connect reality
Through opening fables
Reminiscing coke
'N cars on a daily
Because of my friends
I was in a cell of hell
Controlled by archangels
Nicotine taking my mind
On a daily, late li
Taking me, Breaking me
Gettin a hold of me
With some fucked up lungs
Taking my breath from me
Under the waves like the navy
We going up like lil baby
Going through shit this no 80's
Coke in bars and sporting
Cars were the latest
We getting all of the ladies
All - the - coke - and -
The - lean - makes - me - par - ty
All - the - coke - and -
The - lean - makes - me - tar - dy
Thought they could change
But til today
Still stuck in their way
Gotta get them outta range
Thought they would stay
But them bitches are lame
Who am I to blame (yea)
Just tryna get up to the fame
Knife through
The back what you getting on
Getting all back
Breaking my back what you
Sitting on, money?
Racks? none of that
None of that is yours
You just stealing my back
Root of the tracks
My route retracking
Tracking you back
His hands are empty, he
Used to have plenty
Peek inside
Pick a side
You decide
Inner slide
Pussy's died
Pussy's cried
Pussy's tried
Pushin
Big websi boxing (background)
