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Lirik Lagu Bear's Appetite

Gin in my lungs and a pill in my stomach
My hands had been shakin'
Can't hear what you sayin'
No i'm just kiddin'
I'm fully aware there's a voice in my head telling to kill my self
The logging of freedom from the pain always stay
Hated my self for something i can't change
Emotion keeps overpower me
As much as i dont want to admit it

Check check redo more check
Undergo take eating blind fame
Login from the edge
Tv gon to back, its a new wave
We dont hidin we surf bit brave
Say leave leave only pause
Cliff cliff i dont know if
Iffy live a life facing lot of grin
This is RPG weapon cheesy puffin
Chillin doin task
Keepin real puttina mask
I just maskin ain't no fake fact
I mean filter make adapt

To the plan
To the game
With the gang
Break the bank
Got a benz
Got a chains

YAMA YAMA !!

Fuck the flame
Fuck the fame
Fuck the lane
Fuck the name
Fuck the same
Your the blame

YAMA YAMA !!

With my man slippydoor yeah UH!
We go fast like a flash yeah UH!
-GOD DAMN!-
Take a shoot with my Glock yeah UH!
Tryna crash at my place yeah UH!
-SWISH, AY BITCH!-

[Chorus : D.Coco]

Too many fake people jealous yeah
I got money with my sweat i know you lie
She said fake people look at me cynical
Just trust anybody she said to me if you wanna die

[Verse 2 : D.Coco & Shitzu]

Anybody cathing me
Anybody lie to me
Everybody jealous gone on me
Like that bitch talking shit on me
Why you say to the fantasy
Six look to my company
Cause i trust you when you play on me
Dont fuck on me gone chill on me

Hundred bands
On the game
On my name
I got no gang i keep it real

I got no chains but i'm steal deal
Hit the verse with the boys like a kill bill

Now i'm trapped on coco's flow
Ain't got money got a lot of hoes
Actin real, prod the beat, classic shit
Ain't got time for your remix shit

Yeah I'm OUT

[Chorus : D.Coco]

Too many fake people jealous yeah
I got money with my sweat i know you lie
She said fake people look at me cynical
Just trust anybody she said to me if you wanna die

[Verse 3 : Slippydoor & Uncle Yama]

Doin more than talking
Prove it more than talking
Building without crushing
Checking before watching
Coat broad protect me tight from yo dirt
What you say what you say, I won't give a fuck
Minimize all the noises
Maximize all the voices
Poppin pop butter smell
Watching my tv entertainer check it on the weekend

[Verse 4 : Uncle Yama & 666Shlick]

Damn, why you gone crazy to my fantasy
Talk shit, lame shit, i can't sit back and wait
Pull up with the gang
Pull up with the gang
Checking on my rank, doing donuts with the tank
If you feel though jump in the mosh pit fuck your whole clique i bet you won't last a minute with that weak shit