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Predict That

TripOne

FREEDOM

11.08.2014

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[Verse 1] I was a good kid, went to school Never skipped a class, furthest thing from cool Still couldn't care less about my classes I copied off of answers, never should've passed them Drug free, never sipped a drink Had a clear mind, I know what these bitches think Cause I don't stress over those hoes, I go for something better If I was down with a girl right now, that means I would've settled And yeah, you know me, I'm a bit of a perfectionist Never expect less than the best for myself, til I watched myself get sick I would barf green bile when I vomit Like, what? Did I eat Shrek and he fucking died in my stomach? Heat sweats had me wilding, 0 to 100 Real fast, real quick, yeah I saw the light coming But the light was not just white, it's blue and Red too, somebody call me an ambulance I haven't had food in two days, how am I still doing this? I'm pooing again, out of fluids! Dookied in my pants, grown-ass man, that shit's stupid I said fuck that shit I could scratch "almost kicking the bucket" Off of my bucket list, how tough that is [Hook] Who would've predict that? Who could've predict that? On my worst enemy, I wouldn't even wish that Shit I been through this, that, everything All of the above Been to Hell, still here, where's the doves? Who would've predict that? Who could've predict that? On my worst enemy, I wouldn't even wish that Shit I never switch that, for the fam, always giving love Still the same mane, homie, what it does? [Verse 2] (Who coulda) Produced the track with the down south smack? Suburban New Jersey making some outback raps Big K.R.I.T. 4eva in my Speakerboxxx like Outkast I know the game mane, who would ever doubt that? Rushed to the ICU, feeling P'd Off, I ain't staying overnight, when can I leave? I could've made another mixtape Pulled a Mr. Bennett, suspended in bed for 10 Days 8 pills, 2 times a day, 7 days a week Over 3000 in a month, fuck it, I'm a freak Drugs had me up, I don't even need sleep 4 A.M. writing, I don't even need a beat Mama got hit with the mortality notice Since 2011, I knew that I had to be focused Bitch you ain't rapping with motives You just with hoes, and gold, and clothes And old comparisons to Jordan or Cobain I been riding the Soul Train You running out of gas boy, get off that old thing Drawing better pictures, that digital imaging I out-wrote your shit in my single-digit age Nurse waiting on me, I call it Minute Maid You ain't been through shit, how you getting paid? Drawing better pictures, that digital imaging I out-wrote your shit in my single-digit age [Hook] [Bridge] Damn-near died before he ever became a writer You are looking at a fighter (repeated) [Hook]
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