Bliss N Eso - Tear The Roof Off lyrics

Tear The Roof Off lyrics

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[Verse 1: Bliss] Uh Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto When I write every pen strokes like a fresco That is sprawled on the walls of your mental You ain't get the memo, sh** Better check mate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro Free My Mind like En Vogue 'Cause I'ma f**ing Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone No strings attached from the get-go I'm real, boy like the wish of Geppetto sh** man, I was born a rebel Been playing this game way before Nintendo Ever since I could record a demo Makin’ a mic out of a corded headphone Got bars locked down with a recorded to release To make it big from the pen like Gordon Gecko When the beat ba** leave 'em on the zemo I k**ed that b**h with a Jordan-esque flow And as sure as that go Ride around the planet quicker than a f**ing soaring jet goes Keep getting louder like more crescendo The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils I’m amped now, never had doubts so don't back down Charge the track so hard it's a black out [Pre-Chorus: Bliss, Eso & Watsky] As we drift, as we float We are high in outer space If you're hip to the code We gon' fly the f** away This that sh** that you know Got you wylin' off your face Oh yeah (yeah) Oh yeah (yeah) [Chorus: Bliss, Eso & Watsky] Yo, one life to live, one love to give You know we got it sorted Two hands to build, oh man that's real You know that’s f**ing gorgeous Every second is precious And life is but a dance So here’s your chance To tear the f**ing roof off [Verse 2: Eso] Big Macca is in beast mode It’s B.n.E. and my team glows I stay up just to make love To that paint brush, and give 'em heat strokes I’m a speed boat down a ski slope Sippin' miso, puffin' weed smoke All g’d up, 'cause our VW’s That one with a candy apple green coat As far as dreams go, I’m sweet bro My fam is all I need, yo I'ma stick it in your brain, just to f** with your cerebral On cloud nine’s where my fleet floats I got kilo’s of that free hope It’s Friday and in my brain I don’t give a f** about no Deebo Let me tell you about my steelo I'm like Neo vs. Magneto Having lightening fights at frightening heights On the top of Jesus in Rio I’m Han Solo mixed with CeeLo Smoke Greedo on the D-Low And when Macca spits I'm immaculate 'Cause I can decode the human genome [Pre-Chorus: Bliss, Eso & Watsky] As we drift, as we float We are high in outer space If your hip to the code We gon' fly the f** away This that sh** that you know Got you wylin' off your face Oh yeah, (yeah) Oh yeah (yeah) [Chorus: Bliss, Eso & Watsky] Yo, one life to live, one love to give You know we got it sorted Two hands to build, oh man that's real You know that’s f**ing gorgeous Every second is precious And life is but a dance So here’s your chance To tear the f**ing roof off [Verse 3: Watsky] Sad violinists when I sold their violas Mad like a hippie when you stole their granola In the desert lookin' for a cold cherry cola Life's hard like a cold areola, my Thoughts tend to do hand grenade harm I think, therefore I amputate arms I’m not always a man with great charm But I’ll be there like the man from State Farm I’m dedicated to getting better Like meth-heads are dedicated to finding methods of getting faded Defecated on microphones on every state in the land So I better be scrubbing up before you’re shaking my hand I’m making a stand, put me in a jam I hang tough Scram when I break my handcuffs And I will shake every snake, every soft fake motherf**er off like flakes of dandruff Because my back is a staircase, I get up in their face And give 'em a rare taste of genuine bear mace If you're in my airspace I'm shooting you down If you think you’re king, I’m surgically removing the crown I’m movin' around, have some trouble choosin' a town 'Cause when I move I never lose any ground At any given moment it's hard to really tell at what city I dwell Find me in Philly bangin' my head on the Liberty bell City in Brooklyn or, Heart Boulevard Cause if you’re looking hard, Watsky and B.n.E Never caught being seen where the rookies are Luke Skywalker, any hand caught in a cookie jar And now that the day's before me Gonna go out in a blaze of glory Savour the phases, the crazy, insane And then tell an amazing story [Outro: Watsky] Yeah, B.n.E and Watsky From one geezer to another Legend

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