Slavo - No Tv Lyrics

      

no tv
by Slavo

Intro
No TV, no screens, no edits
No props, no actors, just credits
Ain’t no previews, ain’t no takes
When the curtains close, only silence waits

Verse 1
Social issues tossed like napkins
They only matter when they six feet nappin’
Public figures gone like sandstorms
Ain’t no name until hashtags happen
Who’s the mo one? Who finna be the role?
They don’t see ‘em ‘til they stretchin’ out their soul

 Aced a debate, never showed up once
Top of my class with bottom grades
Straight-up set, I ain’t miss a date
Hеard yo’ girl missed hers?
Oh, I left my crеam on the cake
You got the cake, I got the cherry on top
Got candy man mad, stole his candy floss
Call me the next Dennis, 'cause I’m a menace

Hook
"Why they mad?"
(I don’t know, I don't know, I don't know)
"Why they mad?"
(I don’t know, I don't know, I don't know)
"Why they mad?"
(I don’t know, I don't know, I don't know)
"Why they mad?"
(I don’t know, I don't know, I don't know)
"Why they mad?"
(I don’t know, I don't know, I don't know)

Bridge
"Why they mad?"
Prolly got greedy over they needy thirst
"Why they mad?"
Told ‘em I can’t pick a fight with a prick
"Why they mad?"
Prolly ain't gettin’ media clicks they seekin’
"Why they mad?"
They bitter ‘cause they can’t match my hustle

Verse 2
Can dis nigga really!?
Take the heat I’m servin’?
Hot weather man in a cold storm, makin’ highlights
Talkin’ ‘bout revenge is best served cold
Take a chill nigga, sit beside yo’ pride
I’m a window shopper, takin’ back my stock
Litter man, fuck you and yo’ lil’ stunts
I got a casket, just gotta let go
Can’t drop it ‘til your secrets unfold (unfold)

 We was cool, you was my favorite chief
But now this OTC mine, no more handin’ out receipts
Checkmate, check your mate! (checkmate)
Played checkers while I plotted out the whole estate
Muscle man in my corner, that’s a heavy flex
Told him sit tight, he ain't seen the rest
Now tell me, where yo’ armor at?
Turn your title match to a title theft
"Turn the TV off" we cuttin’ scenes
Silent clips, no post-credits, roll the themes
Talkin’ tough, but the script ain't clean (turn his TV off)