Top Songs By billy woods
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
billy woods
Vocals
Danny Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
billy woods
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kenny Segal
Producer
Steel Tipped Dove
Engineer
Aesop Rock
Additional Engineer
Willie Green
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I quit looking for solutions (No offense)
Bought a pistol and learned how to use it
You can't fix stupid
Apes stood and walked into the future
March of Progress end hunchbacked front the computer
Sooner or later it's gon' be two unrelated active shooters
Same place, same time, great minds, Tesla and Edison
Selling pussy cross state lines, they veterans
Hangman, one look all it take to take they measurements
My taxes pay police brutality settlements
Quicksand every direction, so go head and step on in
Kickstand for the weapon, tumor pressin' on his brain
But ya man wasn't forgetting to adjust for wind
Dead hand reach from the past to guide events
The document is undead
Common sense says my ancestors was the worstest of men
First sign of trouble mo'fuckas shimmy right out that human skin
Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again
It's nothing you can do with us, we're fucked up, we're fucked
Poisoned everything we touched, withered and died
Burn it down with us inside
Burn it to the ground, make sure don't nobody survive
Kids, you and your friends gon' have to start again
It's nothing you can do with us, we're fucked, we're fucked up
Poisoned everything we touched, withered and died
Burn it down with us inside
Burn it to the ground, make sure we don't survive
Check!
Low vibration, moral high ground
You slippin' at night like a old bitch nightgown
I ain't tryna hear about later, this is right now
These **** ain't got shit, like it's Niketown
Danny Brown back like skinny white girls
Workin' out, 'bout to get the money like curls
Pull up, get ripped, **** deadlift
Sit up, push up, bicycle kick
Not for nothin', I'ma leave with somethin'
If not, bitch, then it's Good Will Hunting
You ain't gotta worry 'bout if we coming
**** slidin' on you and this ain't Cool Runnings
No pun intended, I'ma step on business
Got it for the low, like the day after Christmas
**** illiterate, can't read the room we in
So get your cameras out, it's a movie then
Shit, I'm about to flip the script
Like they just cut the budget
Wilin' out, showin' my ass out in public
La-la-la, can't tell me nothin'
Nights like this, bitch, David Ruffin
Who you thought it really was?
What you thought, that it wasn't?
**** lyin' like ya cousins
When you know his ass wasn't
Tell 'em drive through, like twenty-piece nuggets
Broke like the ice cream machine
You **** rubbish
I'ma drop the low
Tell that ho come through
Sorrento paint a house at the Fontainebleau
Everything I dreamed for, it done came true
I did it my way, ain't play by your rules
You the typa **** to get lipo
I'm the typa **** that caught work on a iPhone
If I lose weight, I get caught in a drug zone
I ain't worried 'bout the hate, I just wonder where the love gone
Written by: billy woods