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MAD (Explicit)歌词完整版
MAD (Explicit) - CHIKA
Lyrics by：CHIKA/Derek Dixie/Andre Robertson/Derelle Rideout/Zachary Perry/Carl Taylor/Andrew Gradwohl Jr.
Produced by：Bizness Boi/Derelle Rideout/Ekzakt/Jupiter/Bigwhitebeatz/Derek Dixie/CHIKA
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Perpetual chip on my shoulder
I'm tired of fakin' this **** like a poser
Attention is lost in a second these battles are endless
I'm build like a soldier
Got women who tend to my issues
Just bring me some tissues if you gon' come over
A bottle of liquor make therapy quicker
Might regret this **** when I'm older
My enemies caught in a whirlwind
My ego the size of a boulder
Boulder
I'm hopin' to watch as the world end
I'm a witness who lost they Jehovah
And I'm smokin' a blunt with a pearled end
I got higher to feel a bit closer
I'm the image of fired and tired
I been the example put me on a poster
I think I may be too raw for this life
Dreamin' all day make it darker at night
And then stayin' awake get me tossed into fights
And when I find my footin' they tossin' a knife
Bad girl really mad girl on the low
Make a sad girl get a bag off of no hope
And then after I ask for a box and a rope
And I hear an applause as I cough and I choke
Perpetual chip on my shoulder
I'm tired of fakin' this **** like a poser
Attention is lost in a second these battles are endless
I'm build like a soldier
To the women who tend to my issues
Just bring me some tissues if you gon' come over
A bottle of liquor make therapy quicker
Might regret this **** when I'm older
I've written about all the good times
I've sung a few songs of the bad
I lie to myself that I'm happy
Then after I feel I've been had
I ask what the price of my peace is
If I can exploit it to cop a new bag
Y'all met me before I was angry
But excuse me I'm 'bout to get mad
Haha
Excuse me I'm 'bout to get mad
Excuse me I'm 'bout to get 'bout to get
Hol' up
Pardon me I'm gettin' pissed
And I don't give a **** what y'all think about it
'Cause y'all be mistakin' my trauma for drama
And don't give a **** 'less I sing about it
My nigga I been knew this **** was transactional
Loner for life that's the thing about it
I'm already gone I done been an addict
I don't want your prayers I've already had it
I'm already sick just asymptomatic
'Cause if I don't hide it I seem dramatic
From cryin' to smilin' that **** is magic
Someone give me an Oscar for illest actress
I'll be a symbol for sadness that is doomed to come
It get really tragic just to give your all in the midst of madness
But what really count is how thick your cash is
Perpetual chip on my shoulder
I'm tired of fakin' this **** like a poser
My message in lost in the moment
Blown up in my face hand grenade l'm a soldier
Next time I'm out gettin' my toes done
I'll ask if it come with a tag
If you think before I was angry
You don't wanna see me get mad
