paroles de chanson Radisson. - Tyson Sybateli feat. Tron Pyre

Id rather sin all the time
Then rather live in my mind
The latter's been on my time
Your passions were never mine
Your lashing out going blind
Your crashing falling behind
What happened you the distraction
I'm finally putting in time
My bitch bad like black English players at penalties
And just like them I love you, you the best for me
Life's a bitch that's handing out recipes
And what I been cooking ups heavenly
There's no running out of bread for me
Post my lone posted at these shows singing melodies
You girl throw me box like we work in factories you getting me
Broken hearted and learning
Fear is a heavy burden
Gears switching through suburbans
I'm tryna park a German
Y'all really prayed on my downfall an it wasn't working
Couldn't shake my balanced backing
Boy it wasn't twerking
Couldn't make me lose this passion now the tables turning
Y'all got no opps no haters
No niggas that was killers
Y'all ain't from no kasi y'all ain't hood niggas
Never owned knifes had bottle fights
Never took lives but that's how you rap like
And that's alright but next time real niggas speak
You shoulda gladly step to the side
Wrong choices make gods angel helmet appear
With the back pack feather white robes my dear
You birds winging it I'm birdman junior I fear
Being a star don't leave my head I see M's right here

Not too many niggas that I big up cause the cap was on
P-T-A the only letters that I'm backing on
And this industry's deep waters always having sharks
I'm in this Cycle running troubled waters no triathlon
No friends no blood, period we tampering 'pon
These waters with a Noah's ark
Mr. 222 I had to split up from
Anything that turned into a challenge on
This path being cozzy out in Babylon
I'm Moses if he had a song
I'm the best rapping dawg
Truth to every lyric you can challenge dawg
I played your last tape and started laughing off
Where do y'all niggas get this talent from
It must be God's gift to be this average dawg