Bruiser wolf - I'm a instrument
Overige artiesten: Danny brown

Bruiser Brigade
Don't make no mufucking difference no more
Everybody on a program, this is more different than the eighties
You could pick which hustler you wanted to be like
You can't even do that now

Yeah, nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound

Rack it up and count it (and count it)
We ain't playing pool but all my niggas got stripes and they solid (yeah)
I chose popping bottles over college
I got a drinking problem, I need a Grammy to ease my conscience (uh)
Or a trip to the Bahamas
My chain rocky (rocky), like those freezy mountains
But cut the grass so you can see the snakes
We know, but you gotta rake the leaves
Get rid of the weeds, so the seeds can grow
Uh, I'm a landscaper (I'm a landscaper)
Making this money was rough, like sandpaper (like sandpaper)
I carry one nine, breaker, breaker (breaker, breaker)
But I'm throwing bullets like Mahomes when he was a red raider (uh)
So tell a fiend to tell a friend (tell a friend)
I'm connected with the white like skeletons (like skeletons)
Big Wolf is a rider
On the road to riches, you niggas is hitch-hikers, yeah

Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound
Nobody sound like this, sound like this (check)
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound


Nobody sound like this
My money talk for me like ventriloquists
I break a pound of zips
(?) the trees, Christmas ornaments
Sick sample, tap it, like a hi-hat
Pussy so good, when I eat it, it bite back (yeah)
She play the ding-dong like it's a xylophone
Let me beat 'cause we click like a metronome (yeah)
I put rings 'round her (uh-huh)
My night (?) I pull strings like hearts
Pick 'em like guitars
Sweet chin music, the way the bass kick hard

Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound

Pianist, I touch keys (I touch keys)
Lines of white, guitar strings (guitar strings)
This bass ain't percussion (percussion)
This thing on my hip ain't a trumpet (it ain't a trumpet)
Woof, I got my own sound (I got my own sound)
I got my own sound, and it ain't a howl (yeah)
It was instrumental, in the mail (in the mail)
I play with scales, marijuana used to come in bales
Uh, we would send 'em to Veronica (Veronica)
She slop me up, look like she playing the harmonica (harmonica)
I count my chickens before hatch mans
You a woofer, I pump bass like Alpine, yeah

Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound
Nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I'm an instrument
Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this
I got my own sound, I got my own sound (yeah)

Writers: Daniel Sewell , Bruiser Wolf

Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED

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