Gatekeeper lyrics
by Thaiboy Digital
[Intro: Bladee & Thaiboy Digital]
(Night calling)
Drain my blood, man
Hospital, man
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Whole lot of Drain sh*t, man
(You f*ckboy)
f*ck me like you're leaving
You're the only reason my heart's beating
Heart racing uneven, pulse speeding
Your boyfriend is a lame, I could be him
f*ck me like you're leaving
f*ck me like you got no—, got no feelings
Sinking feeling, wishing I was dreaming
I'm a keychain on your hook, just reel in
[Verse 1: Bladee]
Dog daycare, D&G choker
Night-goer, I'm a kush-blower
Pop out like a gopher, move over
Count it like a coder
One, two, three, four, five, six, it's over
Ecco pull up in a Rover, I'ma show her
I've been playing with my nose, uh, now my nose hurt
I'ma hit a home run, I'm a striker
I don't like her, I hate her
I'm just playin', yeah, I love her
But it's sad 'cause we don't like each other
We don't go together
f*ck it, I don't do this
I'ma move past it
I'ma move past it, I got it
Drain Gang, I got dirty tricks, street magician
You're not on my level so we can't do competition
I miss him, yeah, R.I.P. Barron, yeah, I miss him
I know we would be getting turnt in the second
Bless him, take it all to the chin, a lesson
Drain Gang, I feel like we the new One Direction
Thaiboy, yeah, I said it twice, free Thaiboy
I don't want to be associated with you rappers
[Chorus: Bladee]
f*ck your little check, your party, take me off it
f*ck your free drinks, that sh*t just make me nauseous
I f*cked up a few times, it just make me cautious
f*ck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this
I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses
You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it
I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers
I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith
[Verse 2: Bladee]
I don't know 'bout you, but me, I fiend that darkness
Sleep-sleepwalking, burn my f*cking carcass
I know they hating on the low, I caught it
Hole in my head, I'm tryna find out who God is
Baby, you're a goddess, you're flawless
I'm smoking cabbage, you're smoking on that garbage
f*ck being an artist, I still will go the hardest
You a worker, I see your ass at target
[Chorus: Bladee]
f*ck your little check, your party, take me off it
f*ck your free drinks, that sh*t just make me nauseous
I f*cked up a few times, it just make me cautious
f*ck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this
I'ma hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses
You can't hit me after eight 'cause then I'm off it
I'ma make my way, don't have to pay no bloggers
I'ma get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith