Artist: Triple One Album: The Libertine. Song: Breakin' Dawn. Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yeah, I don't fuck with nobody, like at all. It's very simple. I stay at my house, and I don't fuck with nobody, I don't go anywhere, I don't go to parties, I barely go outside. Like literally, I really don't go outside that much just because I don't fuck with nobody. I know it sounds a little weird but I just don't- I just refuse to allow any cancer in my life. Yeah, I don't fuck with nobody. I’m coming with that raw lip, on my triple one shit On that say you move shit, but bitch I really move shit Flowing out the cockpit, 2 hands on my cock pit Yelling out the top, head bopping with the moonlit I here you feel accomplished, please just cut the nonsense What you did all last year, bitch I did that on a weekend Undertaker of all beats, the whisper when you sleep Not a phantom of the opera, but a phantom of your dreams Looking like a pretty Asian model on the mic Neo from matrix so you better think it twice If your tryna play tricks then you better think it twice Cause I got a lot of problems but I’m tryna act nice Looking like an army when I got you in my sight Leave a tail tween your legs steady missing with the bite Kiss your mother on the cheek; tell her everything’s right Knowing well your faits near, this could be your last night Shit Breakin' Dawn, what I came for (came and I'm gone) Breakin' Dawn, what I came for Breakin' Dawn, what I came for Breakin' Dawn, what I came for Runner then on, go forth See me chilling in the back corn Triple one my back my back born With a gift, ever really talked to the kid? So real I cut my wrist just to bleed on a bitch Bleed on a track, gonna bleed when I hit Cause my bars come hard Like a chief on a spliff Peace pipe, but no peace where I live Never know peace… only piece I want Is a piece of an MC when I kick And a piece of the cake So when I get up I’ll put the pieces in place Little cash in my pocket Little worth that I made From voicing my brain Over noise that bill make Patting me down Copper mad cause he framed I’m clean from my street To the Ivory Lane That’s where we chill Out the back with my mate Smoking darts near a factory chain Main road to the city or the coast All the same, Obi hungry for change And I won't stop till the inner west pumping my name Go hard in the paint Triple one switching lanes All you fucker’s the same Go hard in the paint Triple one switching lanes All you fuckers the same Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for Breakin' dawn gettin' what I came for