Yeat – [ADL IS COMING] Lyrics

[ADL IS COMING]

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"[ADL IS COMING]." - Yeat

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:56 am

Album: DANGEROUS SUMMER

Track No: 06

I'm working on dying
BNYX
You couldn't live it, couldn't be it, couldn't want it
Want it
I live the dream
Yeah, I live the dream
Yeah, baby, I live the dream
Reach out your hand for me
We in the Hamptons, baby, we walking 'round casually
How much money you got? Bitch, it don't matter to me
How many cars you got? Bitch, it don't matter to me
Oh, I just hit the left and swerve off the fuckin' earth
Love the way your ass look, baby, I love the curve
I was drunk as fuck, I crashed the Ferrari, bitch, it's on the curb
Money don't mean nothin' to me, bitch, show me what you worth
Show me what your worth is, show me what we workin' with
Show me how you move it, then show me what you do with it
All these chains on me, bitch, I feel like a coolin' kit
I'm about to smash, I bring the hammer, I got my tool to get that bitch
Come inside with me, baby, this money crazy as of lately
Got the whips outside goin' brazy
I got this Maybach on tens, I put this bitch on the fans
Yeah, you done got cut up, baby, you caught in a barbed wire fence
Oh, you climb, oh, you climb, oh, you climb on me
Oh, you climb, oh, you climb, oh, you climb on me
She gon' jump up with the bands and climb on me
Climax with me, baby, you want it, let's go
Ridin' in a Rolls, took it to the hills
Where you wan' go? Show me what's real
God put me here, take over the wheel
Bitch, you back again, you already know the drill
Yeah, less is plenty, yeah, more is many
Wouldn't waste my time with none of y'all pussies if you let me
Oh, bitch, I'm in a different lane
We got different kind of money, different type of change
Got the factory PJ on us, that's that private jane
I just went and smoked this bitch, I call that mary jane
Brought that mask on my face, kill it like I'm Bane
Yeah, right now, we live the dream, so baby, don't complain, oh
Repetition is the father of learning
I repeat, repetition is the father of learning
Intelligence, all that comes from repetition
Awareness, preparation, all that comes from repetition
Money, bitches, all that comes from repetition

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Benjamin Saint Fort & Lucien Dunne.

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