Your children – fight -”, “Think I got somewhere to be Your email address will not be published. Internet Money, bitch Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid. You dig? In the video series “Tales of Possession” which accompanies the album release, singer Daniel said about Blastoffff that: People often ask us what the hardest part of being an artist is, and for me that’s really easy. BLAST OFF LYRICS – OFFICIAL LYRICS VIDEO – INTERNET MONEY ft. TRIPPIE REDD & JUICE WRLD, Tags: B4 THE STORMINTERNET MONEYjuice wrldKC SUPREMENICK MIRAPHARAOH VICEREPKOTRIPPIE REDD, Your email address will not be published. This song was written about the band’s experiences in coming back to their hometown of Rochester, NY from being on tour, and the back and forth between the two. lyricsbuzz.net © 2020. Blastoffff Lyrics: Far beyond / You come from a distant land / We're not like you / You'd never understand / Yeah, I'm in town / For the day again / You tell me how / Your spouse has been / Yeah, I'm Required fields are marked *. You dig? The resulting feelings of having missed out on important events and living in a bubble while being gone for so many months left them alienated and feeling like aliens coming to Earth from space. Think I got somewhere to be This song was also included in the Fortnite Chapter One Season Five trailer, bringing it a considerable amount of attention before the release of the album. Gang, gang, gangProbably fuckin’ your mamaThree K on my wrist like AndréServin’ like entréeHa, huh, you dig? Baby, come and have a blast with me Do everything I say like your majesty Fuck with the gang and it be a tragedy Fuck with my shooters, they in the back with me “You tell me how You’re home for a bit, you catch up with friends and family, then you exist in a bubble for months, or a year, where every day is the same for you. It’s the whiplash of going back and forth between normal life and your career. Powered by - Designed with the Hueman theme, Lost Me Lyrics – Internet Money ft. Iann Dior, Lil Skies & Lil Mosey. All Rights Reserved. Don’t Need Friends Lyrics – NAV ft. Lil Baby, Salute Lyrics – Hit-Boy ft. Big Sean & Fivio Foreign, Spicy Lyrics – Ty Dolla $ign ft. Post Malone, Monica Lewinsky, Election Year Lyrics – SAINt JHN ft. DaBaby & A Boogie wit da Hoodie. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. There is one more of that in the song, This song was written about the band’s experiences in coming back to their hometown of Rochester, NY from being on tour, and the back and forth between the two. My Dawg Lyrics – 21 Savage & Metro Boomin. Blast Off Lyrics – Internet Money. Think I got somewhere to be” The resulting…. Songwriter : Repko, KC Supreme, Nick Mira, Pharaoh Vice, Taz Taylor, Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd Album/Movie : B4 The Storm Music Label : TenThousand Projects & Internet Money. ChaseTheMoney he put juice in all his tracks On that bitch I probably refill her trash [Verse: MadeinTYO & Juice WRLD ] Running get that shit up off your mind (Off your mind) Artist/Singer : Internet Money ft. Trippie Redd & Juice WRLDSongwriter : Repko, KC Supreme, Nick Mira, Pharaoh Vice, Taz Taylor, Juice WRLD & Trippie ReddAlbum/Movie : B4 The StormMusic Label : TenThousand Projects & Internet Money, Internet Money, bitchHahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid, Baby, come and have a blast with meDo everything I say like your majestyFuck with the gang and it be a tragedyFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me, Fuck with me baby, come get this bag with meBeen alone for a minute, that shit been dragging meCraving your love, it’s heart-attacking meTryna get in that pussy, baby, that mac and cheese, I cannot show these bitches no sympathyOr these niggas, they simps and they hella bitch to meI was just fortunate, got the remedyFuck that bitch and then dip, I got them chips to receive, yeah, Baby, come and have a blast with meDo everything I say like your majestyFuck with the gang and it be a tragedyFuck with my shooters, they in the back with me (Uh), You picked that knife up and you stabbin’ meWish it was a paper cut, but it’s a gash, I bleed outAnd the way you keep harassin’ meIt’s a shame this the way that it has to be, oh, Uh, yeah, time is of the essenceYou know damn well you bring hell, I should call a reverendDevil horns on a angel, still haven’t learned my lesson (Uh)We’re a mess and our life’s a wreck (Hey)Toxic, toxic, toxic, The most beautiful things grow old and start rottin’I should’ve turned away when I found out you were demonicLet’s be honest, you’re the devil’s daughterSay hey to your father, uh, he owe me twenty dollarsWe gon’ run through hell with like twenty-hundred choppersWe gon’ give ’em hell and I put that on my mamaMe and Trippie Redd boolin’ back in the Bahamas.
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