BONFIRE by COAST BLUE Lyrics
[Verse 1: Rage]
[Hook]
Its a Bonfire, rahh
Turn the lights off
Coast Blue on a row
Who gon' knock us off
I’m guessing no one if you ask me, lets be honest
Got the badest in the room, so ya’ll niggas just fall behind us
I’m praying for Sunday services, boko haram keep bombing us
Why they bombing the churches, if they want to change politics
I want to be a stuntman and kick Bowtoski
Patricia or Aliya , ima pick what Gunna say
TRISH GO ALL THE WAY
Nowadays, fat and short girls modeling
Skinny bitches swallowing
Semen, we men, demons, running through our brains saying
We must we can, prophecy like Nostradamus
Punch lines we weak, but going deep, don’t understand us
Hopefully one day, I’m gon’ make it on my own tour bus
Lines lines, fashion they all coming
Like last year 5 this year a duplication
And I ain’t even hating, ZD love the competition
Rather watch triple threat or royal rumble? Your decision
Pop the cap of the bottle while the dusk falling
Money talks mehn, you can hear that thing calling
Y'all be feeling hard, dudes over there stalling
I'm balling, balling like I'm Jordan
Classical shhh, Beethoven
Screaming XO like the week's over
Rolling in the deep with my girl in the Rover
And she hot, real hot, supernova
Gather round boys and girls and listen to the story
About a young black boy who was rapping to the finish
Today he be spittin' 'em dope lyrics with no finish
What they say now? Mr. Gunna kill it
Totally fascinated, the skill we eradicated
In school procrastinated until we graduated
Happy Obama made it and soon, abominated
N***as be getting faded and soon they fornicating
Was totally dedicated, our work authenticated
We fly, we levitating, before, was segregated
But now, we elevated on top of all the haters
And n***as be getting brain, by force we educated
[Hook]
Its a Bonfire, rahh
Turn the lights off
Coast Blue on a row
Who gon' knock us off
I’m guessing no one if you ask me, lets be honest
Got the badest in the room, so ya’ll niggas just fall behind us
I’m praying for Sunday services, boko haram keep bombing us
Why they bombing the churches, if they want to change politics
I want to be a stuntman and kick Bowtoski
Patricia or Aliya , ima pick what Gunna say
TRISH GO ALL THE WAY
Nowadays, fat and short girls modeling
Skinny bitches swallowing
Semen, we men, demons, running through our brains saying
We must we can, prophecy like Nostradamus
Punch lines we weak, but going deep, don’t understand us
Hopefully one day, I’m gon’ make it on my own tour bus
Lines lines, fashion they all coming
Like last year 5 this year a duplication
And I ain’t even hating, ZD love the competition
Rather watch triple threat or royal rumble? Your decision
Pop the cap of the bottle while the dusk falling
Money talks mehn, you can hear that thing calling
Y'all be feeling hard, dudes over there stalling
I'm balling, balling like I'm Jordan
Classical shhh, Beethoven
Screaming XO like the week's over
Rolling in the deep with my girl in the Rover
And she hot, real hot, supernova
Gather round boys and girls and listen to the story
About a young black boy who was rapping to the finish
Today he be spittin' 'em dope lyrics with no finish
What they say now? Mr. Gunna kill it
Totally fascinated, the skill we eradicated
In school procrastinated until we graduated
Happy Obama made it and soon, abominated
N***as be getting faded and soon they fornicating
Was totally dedicated, our work authenticated
We fly, we levitating, before, was segregated
But now, we elevated on top of all the haters
And n***as be getting brain, by force we educated