paroles de chanson Not for Me (Fa Yall) - John,mc

Bless my eyes this morning
Jahs son is the rise once again
I dont know where im going
But i know
Imma make it happen
Not for me

All i ever wanted was this
All i ever wanted was the Musical bliss
All i ever wanted was to get in The mix
Swear its all i ever wanted
For whats broke to be fixed
All i ever wanted was to take On your stress
I had the words back then
Needed a snare and a kick
It took me too damn long
Thats the part i admit
Id like to thank you for your Patience
At the end we begin
Or
Would it be better
If I just set it off
From the start
Hit my target
With darts
Put it all
On the mark
Get it in
Play a part
When i spend
Is it hot
Imma win
Gotta rock
When it end
Do it not?
Lost in my thoughts
Black in my car
With the beat on
My heart on a pad
And my hands
All cramped but the bars
All fresh and my tank
On E but my mind on flex
My routine
Write to death
Every morning ressurect
Got these rappers so upset
Im up next
Check my rhyme
Im so blessed
Nevermind
Take a breath
Naah im playing
Whos impressed
Finest texts
Words the set
Truth is guessed
Facts to test
Racks to stretch
Watch me get

To where i belong
To Find my way home
I aint alone
Im all that i know
Dap me up for you go
My focus on goals
Taking control
But i dont do it for me
I do it for yall
I wont do it for me
No I do it for yall
I dont do it for me
I do it for yall
I won't do it for me
No i do it for yall

Bless my eyes this morning
Jahs son is on the rise once Again
I dont know where im going
But i know imma make it Happen
Not for me

Naah naah for yall
Yall my homies
Yall my dogs
Yall my people
This your song
I aint had shit till you put me On
Yall had faith
In a man named John
Showed me love
Right and wrong
Gave me space to write these Poems
Now my business moving Strong
I needed Focus all along
But i dont have to fight alone
Got alot of work to go
The pain dont stop but we keep Going
All i really need is fam
My first real fans
Lend a hand
Help me understand
Till we craft that plan
Till we stack them bands
And we got them stans
Man love my friends
Remember we was stressing
Over 10 to get a gram
Now its run to runway 10
Take em to another land
And i swear
Ill bet it all on flow
Where its stopping
Whos to know
Your on my mind
Im always home
But i need the show
Till the whole crowd go

Thank you
Thank you
Thank You
Part one
Fuck off cuz your stupid
Yeah
John, MC