Mellow Dro - Bracelets Lyrics

Mellow Dro – Bracelets Lyrics

CHORUS:
Feel like I don’t have a thing gazi,
So deeez girls ain’t tryna f*ck I’m feeling cerebos, ey
To tell the truth I’m getting sick of this
I’ve been tryna pandi nyuku since a little kid, Jesu
And this, and this a everyday thing
And where I’m from everybody tryna get it fams, yah
Right now it feel like kill or die maine
We risk our freedom and our lives for deez rubber bands,
Bracelets

They say kill ’em Dro Soauwitty what they say,
Say I do drugs like they expiring today
Ngwana cousin zoned me and my lips below the waste,
Me and Lamza lick the plate we don’t like to waste
Oh my Herminey put it on this harry porthead jokes,
Unless its helta skelta, lean endeavours, leaning devil
Horns poking out the skullcap and gown yall when it comes to,
This culture, world 3 vultures,
Yall just vouch when they ask who is in charge maine
Youz a sargent, me I broke a laws before my virgin,
But been fucked up in my dome since conception
2Cup in her like I came 1st place twice,
And look, no I’m not insane, I’m a mistake in a human
Some say a psycho, psycho
I’m from where everybody everywhere pockets is lypo
I swear a trillion wouldn’t make me smile or erase the pain
But a cup and some inside your binge will do it for the day

CHORUS:
Feel like I don’t have a thing gazi,
So deeez girls ain’t tryna f*ck I’m feeling cerebos, ey
To tell the truth I’m getting sick of this
I’ve been tryna pandi nyuku since a little kid, Jesu
And this, and this a everyday thing
And where I’m from everybody tryna get it fams, yah
Right now it feel like kill or die maine
We risk our freedom and our lives for deez rubber bands,
Bracelets

Much dumber than Pinky, married to the filthy
Fuck if you don’t dig me, point is you gon’ feel me
Two thumbs uppies for the druggies
If my life is a book then you already know what’s in the index,
Fuck get married to the pink
E.A.T. it till that shit emit till murk it out
This world E.T. it till it pay ya like a cashier
Run it so aggressive every stroke gon’ make me paper
Yes you best ta be a caster
Run this cash up, abracadebra dic financial cast up
Wouldn’t have been this devilish,
Had we had Nelson Mandela pics and
You claim you Winnie and
I can tell by how you don’t get Nelson’s
Will of a Smith who carved a sword and shield without a hammer
And I’m a Black guy, I don’t have to smith to keep a hammer,
Don’t smith white,
If you sniff white then I’ll smith white
Move ’em like can-goods, you’d develop a can do attitude
When there’s a candle lit next to a cold plate for you
What’s there to do, yhee?

CHORUS:
Feel like I don’t have a thing gazi,
So deeez girls ain’t tryna f*ck I’m feeling cerebos, ey
To tell the truth I’m getting sick of this
I’ve been tryna pandi nyuku since a little kid, Jesu
And this, and this a everyday thing
And where I’m from everybody tryna get it fams, yah
Right now it feel like kill or die maine
We risk our freedom and our lives for deez rubber bands,
Bracelets

CHORUS:
Feel like I don’t have a thing gazi,
So deeez girls ain’t tryna f*ck I’m feeling cerebos, ey
To tell the truth I’m getting sick of this
I’ve been tryna pandi nyuku since a little kid, Jesu
And this, and this a everyday thing
And where I’m from everybody tryna get it fams, yah
Right now it feel like kill or die maine
We risk our freedom and our lives for deez rubber bands,
Bracelets

Flap Jackson, pancaking,
I’m Gone Soweto legendary father
Call ’em uBabom ncani coz he watered the fruits pump gun them,
Same fruits that he planted,
Nobody plant ’em so this, so its plantless, futureless, distructive
Seed of a flower during august,
Born to end no part of tomorrow
I got nothing on me, but flows they could borrow,
October, don’t you get it twisted like a J
I’m not normal, I’m sinister Young Shady,
Don’t you step to me unless you tryna lose your life force, wha!
Red lights, treat ’em like green lantin
See I’m here to stop the culture from it ever stopping
Head lis head lice,
These are not just scriptures, these creatures are living
A genius but a mad man, bed lice bed lice
Went to sleep with hunger pains
Bed lice, they ate all my sleep away
Monster child promise land in my stomach I promise
Had to lie to the mortals
Just so I could eat more of them
And this is not a rap battle
They said its murder scence but found no bodies
Then again they learnt the way and found nobody
And if I look done, look behind you piki piki monster,
Haha, I got ya!

Bracelets. Accessories. Loopholes.
Connections to different forms of prison. Slaves to money. Slaves in Correctional facilities. Slaves in Ghettos.
I’m somebody important bracelets. Or I took this from somebody important bracelets. If I didn’t take it I wouldn’t have anything.
World Three, slaves to the filth. Man of filth. Poor man.
I’m hungry man. I’m not a killer, but you don’t have to push me, man.
Lives tangled in bracelets.
And we desire death, see we don’t need a hand.
Born to struggle. Made to suffer.
Destructive, young and reckless degenerates or Sowetans.