They Hate Change Screwface lyrics
Screwface
They Hate Change
GENRE
(Vonne)
(Intro/Bridge)
Denim faded my whole last year in these jeans, keeping it clean
We been lazy off the gin but never leaned, microphone fiend
Pardon the steeze, artists in residence up in your scene, killing your dreams
Filling the seats, face in the crowd feeling the beat
(Andre)
Who That, Who That, Who That
Who that
Been on the low 6 years we been that
Had to take a seat back
They can’t front no more cause we did that
Now wе on the road
Ain’t have to send no prеss kit, my whole shit lit
Get a grip I bet you hear this on your end-year playlist
My whole vision tinted
Hot boy
Ducked off, my new tune ring off
ChangeSet whole catalogue, bet it all
Dubplate my shit, yeah
Bet it all
Bet it all
Gold Rope, one of those
Gold Fangs, double that
(Vonne)
All the tough talking these boys gon run up get done up, change got right for
The summer
Gave a lot of game to the under, game the for youngers, number wha—
Number one stunners
Show em h—show em how to make moves, never fake moves no mistake
Who the game came from
And I still walk light, you don’t wanna step up to the plate fuck around get
Your face screwed up
(Bridge)
(Hook)
(Vonne)
Southside Screwface
(Dre)
Downtown, Run Round
(Andre + Vonne)
Mash it up, Break it down
ChangeSet move tapes by the Pound
(Vonne)
Now
I feed my Gitts, nathan but Game
And since Loko left shit ain’t been the same
Gotta put some jewels up in they brain and maintain, now
Who you, who you think, put your fave up on they wave
Yeah, back in the back in the day
Before they had a role to play
I ain’t twisting up my fingers I’m just shooting long range
Niggas see us out in public bet they never say a thing
David Byrne in the flesh
Talking heads give it a rest
This shit way too complex
This shit way too com—
(Andre)
Tell me why they so stuck up
Worried bout them, gon get ya bread up
I ain’t never change, but the money in the bank ain’t been the same
Chang Change, getting change
Hard to maintain
Young soul, old game
But my drums ‘tick tick bang’
Tell me why they ain’t the same
Tell me why my shit stuck in your brain
(Bridge)
(Breakdown)
They can’t take no more
We still talking war
Treat it like a sport
Gone and check the score
(x4)
(Hook)
(Intro/Bridge)
Denim faded my whole last year in these jeans, keeping it clean
We been lazy off the gin but never leaned, microphone fiend
Pardon the steeze, artists in residence up in your scene, killing your dreams
Filling the seats, face in the crowd feeling the beat
(Andre)
Who That, Who That, Who That
Who that
Been on the low 6 years we been that
Had to take a seat back
They can’t front no more cause we did that
Now wе on the road
Ain’t have to send no prеss kit, my whole shit lit
Get a grip I bet you hear this on your end-year playlist
My whole vision tinted
Hot boy
Ducked off, my new tune ring off
ChangeSet whole catalogue, bet it all
Dubplate my shit, yeah
Bet it all
Bet it all
Gold Rope, one of those
Gold Fangs, double that
(Vonne)
All the tough talking these boys gon run up get done up, change got right for
The summer
Gave a lot of game to the under, game the for youngers, number wha—
Number one stunners
Show em h—show em how to make moves, never fake moves no mistake
Who the game came from
And I still walk light, you don’t wanna step up to the plate fuck around get
Your face screwed up
(Bridge)
(Hook)
(Vonne)
Southside Screwface
(Dre)
Downtown, Run Round
(Andre + Vonne)
Mash it up, Break it down
ChangeSet move tapes by the Pound
(Vonne)
Now
I feed my Gitts, nathan but Game
And since Loko left shit ain’t been the same
Gotta put some jewels up in they brain and maintain, now
Who you, who you think, put your fave up on they wave
Yeah, back in the back in the day
Before they had a role to play
I ain’t twisting up my fingers I’m just shooting long range
Niggas see us out in public bet they never say a thing
David Byrne in the flesh
Talking heads give it a rest
This shit way too complex
This shit way too com—
(Andre)
Tell me why they so stuck up
Worried bout them, gon get ya bread up
I ain’t never change, but the money in the bank ain’t been the same
Chang Change, getting change
Hard to maintain
Young soul, old game
But my drums ‘tick tick bang’
Tell me why they ain’t the same
Tell me why my shit stuck in your brain
(Bridge)
(Breakdown)
They can’t take no more
We still talking war
Treat it like a sport
Gone and check the score
(x4)
(Hook)
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