Swerve Lyrics

(gotta have style)

Motha fucka was right

You gotta do it with style

Bet you think you wild

You smoking high

Go touch some grass

Nothing on the "qwerty" I can't see

Talking of a time just to puke some rhymes

City boys ain't nothing but a broken frame for the dying…

Inside?

Bear's in the …ah

Bear's on sight

This is my eyes

This is my hears

It's in my blood now

I see him everyday even though my love's a world away

I love it

I hate it

I love you

I hate you

Swerved out

The motha fucking rooster

Bitch, you're not good on paper

We here to get burned proper

(yessir, yessir)

Swerved out

The motha fucking rooster

Bitch, you're not good on paper

We here to get burned proper

(yessir, yessir)

It doesn't make sense

Even I cannot get it

But seeing them red dots glowing

Just kept me going

I won't shut the fuck up

And Rou never turn down the 808

Cause not only the tracks but both of us are peaking with style

I want your soul

I need your soul

I want your soul

I will eat your soul

Swerved out

The motha fucking rooster

Bitch, you're not good on paper

We here to get burned proper

(yessir, yessir)

Swerved out

The motha fucking rooster

Bitch, you're not good on paper

We here to get burned proper

(yessir, yessir)

Taste it

Hear it

Kill it

Fuck it

Lift it

Live it

Want it

Suck it

Duck it

Plug it

Smoke it

Sip it

Spit on it

Kill it

Fucking kill it

Fucking do what you gotta do

Live it

Want it

Suck it

Fuck me

Fuck it

Fuck you