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YOU'RE SCARED (feat. Hounds) Video (MV)




Performed By: DIMELIFE
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Dana Soda, Hannah Turner




DIMELIFE - YOU'RE SCARED (feat. Hounds) Lyrics




Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Watch him hold the bank up with the pistol
Always say that I'm the sweetest
I'm the hero
Then you say that I need help
That I'm sick, oh?
Ice star, caviar, cash covering my scars

Let me know, yeah if you're bored yet, gotta leave soon
Please take everything I offer and forget who
I am, door slams, you're wolf, I'm lamb
God damn, I'm small, but I'll be grand

Why the shooters always men
Guess I need a 47
I won't just sit back and let em
While I'm schemin' I'm the weapon

And my ex would call me danger
Shit feel just like Armageddon
Point and shoot around my neck
While I'm coming for your cheque

Shit ain't pretty
Hate this city
Got no pity
For your fears

Life is ugly
But I'm witty
Got no patience
For your tears

Front door
Car slam
Back door
No cams
Cash in my hand
Pistol in the other

I think I just robbed a bank
And I want to rob another
It's the rush I'm in love with
Yeah I need it more than water

It's the cash I'm in love with
Work ethic is f*cked with
Your mother is ugly but she still hit me last night

And if the money is pretty
At least remember what's right
I sold my sold for buck
About a hundred and fifty
But I don't give a f*ck
If you see me don't call me
I got a lot of hot guys on my roster
They want me
And I got addy coke molly in my pocket like polly
Pussy sweeter than honey
Yeah it's just me and my money
You're so sad

Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Why the shooters always men
Guess I need a 47
I won't just sit back and let em
While I'm schemin' I'm the weapon

And my ex would call me danger
Shit feel just like Armageddon
Point and shoot around my neck
While I'm coming for your cheque

Shit ain't pretty
Hate this city
Got no pity
For your fears

Life is ugly
But I'm witty
Got no patience
For your tears

Up in here
Up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

I don't have any f*cking time
Watching my back, eh
While smoking your pack, kay

Hope you miss the last train
And you can't find a taxi

Hope you fall off as f*ck
Cause you're boring as f*ck
You got me snoring as f*ck

And if I ever see you again
It'll get gory as f*ck
And if you ever hit me up again
I promise I'll ignore you as f*ck

You're stuck
In your old ways
I viva por la vida
Put that bullshit à côté
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Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Watch him hold the bank up with the pistol
Always say that I'm the sweetest
I'm the hero
Then you say that I need help
That I'm sick, oh?
Ice star, caviar, cash covering my scars

Let me know, yeah if you're bored yet, gotta leave soon
Please take everything I offer and forget who
I am, door slams, you're wolf, I'm lamb
God damn, I'm small, but I'll be grand

Why the shooters always men
Guess I need a 47
I won't just sit back and let em
While I'm schemin' I'm the weapon

And my ex would call me danger
Shit feel just like Armageddon
Point and shoot around my neck
While I'm coming for your cheque

Shit ain't pretty
Hate this city
Got no pity
For your fears

Life is ugly
But I'm witty
Got no patience
For your tears

Front door
Car slam
Back door
No cams
Cash in my hand
Pistol in the other

I think I just robbed a bank
And I want to rob another
It's the rush I'm in love with
Yeah I need it more than water

It's the cash I'm in love with
Work ethic is f*cked with
Your mother is ugly but she still hit me last night

And if the money is pretty
At least remember what's right
I sold my sold for buck
About a hundred and fifty
But I don't give a f*ck
If you see me don't call me
I got a lot of hot guys on my roster
They want me
And I got addy coke molly in my pocket like polly
Pussy sweeter than honey
Yeah it's just me and my money
You're so sad

Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Personne comprend
Ce que je veux faire
En fait, you're scared
Vous allez à l'enfer

Why the shooters always men
Guess I need a 47
I won't just sit back and let em
While I'm schemin' I'm the weapon

And my ex would call me danger
Shit feel just like Armageddon
Point and shoot around my neck
While I'm coming for your cheque

Shit ain't pretty
Hate this city
Got no pity
For your fears

Life is ugly
But I'm witty
Got no patience
For your tears

Up in here
Up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

I don't have any f*cking time
Watching my back, eh
While smoking your pack, kay

Hope you miss the last train
And you can't find a taxi

Hope you fall off as f*ck
Cause you're boring as f*ck
You got me snoring as f*ck

And if I ever see you again
It'll get gory as f*ck
And if you ever hit me up again
I promise I'll ignore you as f*ck

You're stuck
In your old ways
I viva por la vida
Put that bullshit à côté
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Writer: Dana Soda, Hannah Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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