Carnage Lyrics by Chase & Status
(Feat. Little Simz)
This is our world
This is our world
When our world turns, there’s no defeat now
It’s our world
This is our world
When our world turns, there’s no defeat now
White T and a jean, that’s cold
Concrete on the bezel, that’s stone
Yeah, tell ’em, say, you know my ting cold
Tell-tell ’em, say, you know my ting cold
Tint on a whip that’s fastest
Vintage Versace glasses
Tell ’em, say, you know my ting carnage
Tell-tell ’em, say, you know my ting carnage
Yeah
Now is the time, think twice for you step to
Who am I? Who am I? We can guess who
I was coming for the cream like the rent due
You ain’t checking for my team, don’t pretend to
Got the message got the T, I was sent through
How you tryna go to war? Not the best move
Must be tripping off a bean, you a lentil
All I need is one beat I can pen to
Clinging on, had to remove all the dead weight
Like can you ever get free till you get paid?
Talk on my name, good or bad, it don’t matter much
That’s good PR, I could clean up a press day
Don’t be alarmed, I’m in charge here, my chargie
Ride with my dargs, I could line up a army
Land in Accra, said she need her a Kwame
Ain’t no position I could be in to disarm me
White T and a jean, that’s cold
Concrete on the bezel, that’s stone
Yeah, tell ’em, say, you know my ting cold
Tell ’em, tell ’em, say, you know my ting cold
Tint on a whip that’s fastest
Vintage Versace glasses
Tell ’em, say, you know my ting carnage
Tell-tell ’em, say, you know my ting carnage
This is our world
This is our world
When our world turns, there’s no defeat now
Clinging on, had to remove all the dead weight
Like can you ever get free till you get paid?
Talk on my name, good or bad, it don’t matter much
That’s good PR, I could clean up a press day
Don’t be alarmed, I’m in charge here, my chargie
Ride with my dargs, I could line up a army
Land in Accra, said she need her a Kwame
Ain’t no position I could be in to disarm me
Carnage
Tell ’em, say, you know my ting
Tell-tell ’em, say, you know my ting carnage
Tint on a whip that’s fastest
Vintage Versace—
Tell ’em, say, you know my ting
Tell-tell ’em, say, you know my ting carnage, carnage, carnage
