Album: Melodrama (2017)
  • In my
    Supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of, supercut of, supercut of us

    In my head, I play a supercut of us
    All the magic we gave off
    All the love we had and lost
    And in my head, the visions never stop
    These ribbons wrap me up
    But when I reach for you, there's just a supercut

    Supercut, supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of us

    In your car, the radio up
    In your car, the radio up
    In your car, the supercut of us
    We keep tryna talk about us
    Slow motion, I'm watchin' our love
    In your car, the supercut of, supercut of

    We is the villains, and there ain't no chillin'
    Get body bags and the toe tags, yeah
    Scoundrels in housin', we tore through your town
    And we reload it and now we back, man
    Forgiato rollin' on a '96 Impala
    With a pretty thing, show me where I'm slayin'
    I ain't playin' with you lames
    700 horse in the Hellcat
    Take ya bitch, where ya at?

    Dirty, all-black Jeep, twenty eighteen
    With the clean rhyme rappers on deck, check
    Came with the bad bars, bully with the big box
    Trust we're the runners on set
    Give it up, you don't got a bit of luck left
    Nah, not even a itty bit of fresh (good lord)
    Fall on your sword for the crime abhorrent
    That's your reward for the mindless whorin'

    This for everybody that hated
    Michael and Jamie, we made it
    Every debt due, we paid it
    My cadence is heinous
    You keep tryna play us, and you gon' be famous
    And just like the top on my seven five drop
    I'm just hittin' a button and you gon' be brainless
    And that's from the back of a 'lac where I'm smokin' the sack
    Wit' my girl, watchin' seasons of Shameless

    There's no manual, Run the Jewels publish shit annual
    Every minute I'm in it, I'm runnin' a clinic
    Wild animal, livin' like a Fine Young Cannibal
    Citizen of cynics, admit it, they can't get it
    Earth's a hot block, the pot get chop chopped
    You walk in one spot, my heart just pop off
    The hot rocks shooters will knock your whole op off
    That's why I don't got tocks on the clock to rock soft

    So I fall into continents and cars
    All the stages and the stars
    I turn all of it to just a su

    Supercut, supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of us
    Supercut, supercut of, supercut of, super, super Writer/s: Ella Marija Lani Yelich O'connor, Jack Michael Antonoff, Jaime Meline, Michael Santigo Render
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind


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