DISASTER STATUS Lyrics
Pharsyde
Man, I just came here
I just came here cause they, they said we was gon fuck shit up
Well this more than fuckin’ shit up
This shits a fuckin disaster
Disaster status, I made a habit
Your wifey in the back, she doin acrobatics
I blew the top off the game, to you that’s problematic
But when I look at the screen, all that I see is static
1
Blue shit in my face it all look miscellaneous
I’m poppin’ off like .22 Glocks inside my radius
I made a deal with God, that’s myself, to never pay to win
But imma pay to sip the fizz
Don’t fuck wit the feds
End up on channel 6
I’m in a new zone, cudi zonе, life’s a trip
I feel like 3 stacks how I triple thе digits
Cause I started wit zero n now the zero’s never endin’
When I thought I burned some bridges
I was thinkin’ bout the incense
Repentin’ for my sins, but I ain’t askin’ for forgiveness
Forgive me, but why you actin’ so damn defensive
I just killed your track now I’m prolly on your hit list
Disaster status, I made a habit
Your wifey in the back, she doin acrobatics
I blew the top off the game, to you that’s problematic
But when I look at the screen, all that I see is static
Disaster status, I made a habit
Your wifey in the back, she doin acrobatics
I blew the top off the game, to you that’s problematic
But when I look at the screen, all that I see is static
2
All my vision been static since I dropped the static on top my tongue
Need a hazmat suit to keep the toxins out my lungs
I’m inhalin’ the fumes while I’m inside of the club
My drank taste funny, why the fuck I’m throwin up?
When I’m in the city, I get geeked on the streets all night til the sun creepin’ up into my eyes
Fuck the limelight
I’m in my prime
Pussies uptight
There’s a fine line between a goat and a highlight
Linkin’ up wimme gon be a process
2023 I fuck the roster
In the G-spot, like a nicki minaj monster
I pull up in a Tonka
Then I pop a- pop a- pop a- pop a- pop a adderall
Spittin’ numbers like a fuckin’ auctioneer
I been puttin’ all my time in because time is why I’m here
Ain’t no propaganda bitch
I gave myself the “all clear”
I’m cashin’ in my chips to throw the money in the air
Mike amiri on me, LV on my bag
But the CC for the closed captionin’ up on they ass
I already had to flip it one time
Then I had to flip it back
Jesse White up in this bitch
The way we cookin’ shit up like it’s breakin’ bad
Disaster status, I made a habit
Your wifey in the back, she doin acrobatics
I blew the top off the game, to you that’s problematic
But when I look at the screen, all that I see is static