Issue No 147 Nosebleed Lyrics
Nosebleed by Issue No. 147
Nosebleed
Base uplifting, intuition gone, yeah, submission
She rolling, yeah, she tripping
Shot after shot, she keep with the mixing
And they don't know about the life
Fought so hard to mourn and deny
With a 9 to 5 says you live for the night
Spoke so loud so she turn to the Y
Show lights so bright, party just to live right
But that ain't her type
Looking for a female to cover that night
'Cause she live that life
'Cause she live that life
So hard to fight
Hard to slow down when it feel so right
Nosebleed
Yeah, she's so gone
She wanna go, go, go, bleed for long
Somebody go, go, go, bring her home
Somebody go, go, go, bring her home
Yes, she's ready to mingle
Her body tingles but she ain't single
So unofficial yet superficial
'Cause she's so simple, yet a sex pistol
Yet a sex missile
With cute dimples and the lights twinkle and the bass ripples
And the shots are triple and the sweat dribbles
Nose candy, she doesn't wanna nibble
These are hard clowns, these are hard pounds
Walk out to the speakers, so loud
Loud, and it's hard to slow down
What is the'blood pouring down
Nosebleed
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Bass tumbles the ground
Trippy bitch, throw some more pills down
Wow, yeah, rounds on rounds
Wow, yeah, crown on crown
As the bass just pounds
DJ, why is the bass so loud?
Loud, turn it up right now
Now, turn it up right now
Nosebleed
DJ, DJ, turn it up right now
DJ, DJ, turn it up right now
Base uplifting, intuition gone, yeah, submission
She rolling, yeah, she tripping
Shot after shot, she keep with the mixing
And they don't know about the life
Fought so hard to mourn and deny
With a 9 to 5 says you live for the night
Spoke so loud so she turn to the Y
Show lights so bright, party just to live right
But that ain't her type
Looking for a female to cover that night
'Cause she live that life
'Cause she live that life
So hard to fight
Hard to slow down when it feel so right
Nosebleed
Yeah, she's so gone
She wanna go, go, go, bleed for long
Somebody go, go, go, bring her home
Somebody go, go, go, bring her home
Yes, she's ready to mingle
Her body tingles but she ain't single
So unofficial yet superficial
'Cause she's so simple, yet a sex pistol
Yet a sex missile
With cute dimples and the lights twinkle and the bass ripples
And the shots are triple and the sweat dribbles
Nose candy, she doesn't wanna nibble
These are hard clowns, these are hard pounds
Walk out to the speakers, so loud
Loud, and it's hard to slow down
What is the'blood pouring down
Nosebleed
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Bass tumbles the ground
Trippy bitch, throw some more pills down
Wow, yeah, rounds on rounds
Wow, yeah, crown on crown
As the bass just pounds
DJ, why is the bass so loud?
Loud, turn it up right now
Now, turn it up right now
Nosebleed
DJ, DJ, turn it up right now
DJ, DJ, turn it up right now