Songtext zu 'You Wouldn't Know (feat. Alexander Spit)' von Aaron Cohen

They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, oh
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, oh
But you wouldn't know, but you wouldn't know
But you wouldn't know, but you wouldn't know
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know,
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know

Who fuckin' with the squad? You wouldn't know
Who's fucking with these broads? You wouldn't know
Who's fucking with the gods? You wouldn't know
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know,
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know

I'm not a tough guy, but I'm a tough person
Some lessons can't be taught, you just gotta learn them
Too many vermin, I've always shoot the dough,
Because I'm known used to hand like Cass
That smoke Sherman while they burnin'
Now they all be wastin' crystal, should be scotch and bourbon
I ain't saying I'm the best, but I am the most determined
When you want the iron horse, cause we give you the iron curtain
Now I'm breaking down,
All of their walls like Berlin getting head
In this cab while that motherfucker swervin'
And my vision keep blowing, words keep slurring
And in my mind all these stars keep it coming
Like the truth it sound different
Maybe that's my burden

They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, oh
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, oh
But you wouldn't know, but you wouldn't know
But you wouldn't know, but you wouldn't know
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know,
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know

Who fuckin' with the squad? You wouldn't know
Who's fucking with these broads? You wouldn't know
Who's fucking with the gods? You wouldn't know
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know,
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know,

You wouldn't know what it feel like,
When you can't feel your face
Get away some makalin, but I swear to god that my phone straight
Grenching on an Aphrodite, with a pinot greasy old taste
And I'm up like pretty Tony dog
My poker face is ghost, yay
One time for the woofer in the back,
Hiffer in the bit, bit biffer in the back
We kept a bit bit and army from the stairs,
When I'm on that strapped
My logito is elsewhere, yeah my latitude is out here
Are those white stains in her blouse?
Those blood stains in your couch
I only fuck with the most electric
And the most essential, got the most respected
Corner booth at the breakfast spot,
Just connect the dots with the most connected
Yeah, I'm calm collective, get the future in my palm perfected
I just foreseen your down fall
You're that Armageddon my swag direction
Try Jim Jones when I down my life
Scorsese in the sound of my mind
But I count my blesses when I count my gwap
In the ?? I rock
At the d I rock put the game on lock
In the ?? I rock
At the d I rock put the game on top

They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, oh
They asking what the real like, this is what it feels like
This is what it feels like, oh
But you wouldn't know, but you wouldn't know
But you wouldn't know, but you wouldn't know
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know,
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't know