A by Kosianch Lyrics
Drilling the beat
Rum in my streams
High! (Gone)
Losing my feet
Feels like levitating hopping in this bitch
We’re done conversating, time’s up on my wrist
Ballin’ like I’m three-zero, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
Put that metal on my veins
If it ain’t with me, feeling like i’m naked
There is metal in my chest
It wouldn’t be me if I’d do compassion (No compassion)
Checks all over the place and they ain’t Nike
Is it poison or antidote – I’m indecisive
Shitcan all the past, keep your circle tight
If our life is party, thеn they ain’t invited
Ballin’ like I’m three-zеro, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
A+, A+
A+, A+
Nous sommes des enfants déprimés
Mais pas forcément riches, parce que c’est pas nécessaire (Pas nécessaire)
Je m’en tape dans quelle langue, je parle six ou sept
Mais j’ai rien compris si dans le dos tu bavardais (Bavardais)
On a fait beaucoup de stupidité
Longtemps j’étais tout inquiet (Inquiet)
Du mai je partais pas mais j’ai plein voyagé
En août à Paris j’écoutais “White n Black”
Ballin’ like I’m three-zero, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
Outta my damn mind
Fill up to brim
Roll up the king size
Cook up the heat
Lockdown on this side
Getting more insight
My inner self threw a party I couldn’t reject the invite
On top, The Eiffel through my window panes
Flight to Mars, you can see my silhouette
I’d stay high, coming down won’t kill the pain
Take shots like Curry, popping from the lane
Ballin’ like I’m three-zero, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
Rum in my streams
High! (Gone)
Losing my feet
Feels like levitating hopping in this bitch
We’re done conversating, time’s up on my wrist
Ballin’ like I’m three-zero, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
Put that metal on my veins
If it ain’t with me, feeling like i’m naked
There is metal in my chest
It wouldn’t be me if I’d do compassion (No compassion)
Checks all over the place and they ain’t Nike
Is it poison or antidote – I’m indecisive
Shitcan all the past, keep your circle tight
If our life is party, thеn they ain’t invited
Ballin’ like I’m three-zеro, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
A+, A+
A+, A+
Nous sommes des enfants déprimés
Mais pas forcément riches, parce que c’est pas nécessaire (Pas nécessaire)
Je m’en tape dans quelle langue, je parle six ou sept
Mais j’ai rien compris si dans le dos tu bavardais (Bavardais)
On a fait beaucoup de stupidité
Longtemps j’étais tout inquiet (Inquiet)
Du mai je partais pas mais j’ai plein voyagé
En août à Paris j’écoutais “White n Black”
Ballin’ like I’m three-zero, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+
Outta my damn mind
Fill up to brim
Roll up the king size
Cook up the heat
Lockdown on this side
Getting more insight
My inner self threw a party I couldn’t reject the invite
On top, The Eiffel through my window panes
Flight to Mars, you can see my silhouette
I’d stay high, coming down won’t kill the pain
Take shots like Curry, popping from the lane
Ballin’ like I’m three-zero, curry with the sauce
Nikes checking clean neon colorful it hurts
A+, A+
A+, A+