Apex Lyrics & Tabs by Foreign Beggars
Apex
guitar chords lyrics
Featuring Knife Party
(Hook x3)
Set it off, set it up
You are the front line peon and you're getting crushed
Ready the bust mind blow when we take it rough
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt
(Verse)
Ye setting your life in the apex
We got the real fine shit for your tape decks
We bring the heat suttin messy like a study chess
Fully automatic how we spray and fam we staying blessed
We straight devil with a straight pact
Living in the game makes you heavy like I'm playing that
I get impatient like I'm playing chess
Eventhough we barely keep it steady like a way of deck
Living in the game makes you heavy like I'm playing that
I get impatient like I'm playing chess
Eventhough we barely keep it steady like a way of deck
We breaking necks like the world series
I'm a robber sending bullets as I burn millies
I keep a gun like a buddy for my lactose
Every minute awake is a minute I can't unsee it
And I ain't talking about cash flow
I probably swaggin' or flashing for it, it's not roll
It's foreign beggars step it up to the play
While they dissing to be spending oblivion in a black hole
(Bridge x3)
You don't wanna rock with me
No you don't wanna rock with me
Wa-wanna with me
No you don't wanna with me
(Hook)
Set it off, set it up
You are the front line peon and you're getting crushed
Ready the bust mind blow when we take it rough
About to turn your bloodline cold when we interrupt
(Verse)
Raw, the matter how we came as a team
Hold these doors the instagram of the scene
The jager that flow caustic like a serene blaze
Sworn for your embasy doors come on we're crazy cray
We are at the midnight hour causing our evil
Still a waste in the black glock I don't see you
Emerging out of the dead just pull your guns out full speed
Needing a pull back across the town
It's foreign beggars yeah going old team
We rool so deep of the agent old speech
Spitting projectiles flaws the go go seen
My big red buy these toys the whole globe reach
Faster motive, so slick, no glee
King stay out of the sun when he soak sheets
It's that gunny grip live of the motor tick
All you want pieces of us, you wanna fuck with this?
