Deadbeat (feat. Skrillex)
Row of baddies, daddy issues
Jack and Xany, shit'll kill you
All my crew, always all we know is misuse
R.I.P. You know I miss you
I love them dope boys, sip on that lean
Fuck 'em all to the indie iron
Love the gold teeth saying "All me"
Didn't know the whole me, boy, I was a beast
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat dad
None of my crew got a father figure (nah)
But all of my crew make a father figure (yeah)
The bigger the figure, the more that they listen (listen)
They listen and figures, they seeing a vision (yeah)
Young Oprah on the track
Pull up in the trailer, singing peppermints just like (just like)
All the money Daddy sent them to them trap
Now, I'm talking on this track
Tell you where I'm really at
What that mean, I've been hanging, building
Now I'll never call you back
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat dad
Dad, dad, dad
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat
Dad, dad, dad
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat
Back at it with my bad habits, yeah
Back at it with my bad, yeah
Back at it with my bad habits
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat dad
Jack and Xany, shit'll kill you
All my crew, always all we know is misuse
R.I.P. You know I miss you
I love them dope boys, sip on that lean
Fuck 'em all to the indie iron
Love the gold teeth saying "All me"
Didn't know the whole me, boy, I was a beast
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat dad
None of my crew got a father figure (nah)
But all of my crew make a father figure (yeah)
The bigger the figure, the more that they listen (listen)
They listen and figures, they seeing a vision (yeah)
Young Oprah on the track
Pull up in the trailer, singing peppermints just like (just like)
All the money Daddy sent them to them trap
Now, I'm talking on this track
Tell you where I'm really at
What that mean, I've been hanging, building
Now I'll never call you back
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma leave you
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat dad
Dad, dad, dad
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat
Dad, dad, dad
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat
Back at it with my bad habits, yeah
Back at it with my bad, yeah
Back at it with my bad habits
I'ma leave you like a deadbeat dad
Credits
Writer(s): Sonny Moore, Sara Mitchell, James Royo, Bobby Villareal, James Throckmorton, Mario Turnman
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.