paroles de chanson Questions/GAM - Dub C

Well I'll be damned
If it ain't Spectr

They thought they knew me but I didn't
That's why I walked in steps and shadows
That I rarely knew what I was doing
But I barely ever fit in
The Albert in Levi's, I never had no trouble
Building rep but scared
I'd be a replication of an image
Feeling different, opportunities for skipping
Never let my canvas get a blemish
I'd wipe away my chances 'fore I lose the folks
I've come to 'preciate 'cause you gon' need some love
Inside this lively prison
My name is
Vision was blurry with saturated imaginations
Of the late 2000s in a dream
The goal was plenty simple: have your fun
Jump and run it into the soil
We was niggas not worried bout nan thing
Nicholas started this from YLK
To Davon and biting the static noise
Fuck if I was a youngin
My nigga, them was my boys
Then Eman and Gman
Not a storybook that could tell it
Less your pen was powerful enough
To overwrite with poise
Pressed on ahead, attracting the shawties
Pushing for more
Right where I met JB, clueless
Not knowing what's in store
I'm out of my element, I never been here before
But I ain't know then like I know now
That place was worth the explore
What'd he lose? You come back when you got the word
I tried my best to retain it all like a mockingbird
Replay the moments I witnessed, tame and too absurd
And recall all the moments words altered me
Or so I've heard
Ok, what's the best option
Blue and gold genies
What you got for me? A mansion worth 9090 benjis
Big melanated only fresher by the many
Fully semi's
Not no preciousness shared with any of memory
Many promises, but not one more solid than ends
Acknowledged it at such an early stage
Now, my role is living in timelessness
Heart is going too quickly
Mind is going to get emptied
This is tricky
Yea I know it, if failure and stress eloping
I'm crashing the fucking wedding, rolling Sawyer
Getting petals of roses stuck in they noses
A thorn in my back, it's prickly
Treating folks not so friendly
This is tricky
Nah, fuck that shit, fuck that shit
Dead that shit, bunk that shit
Clench that fist, sense that twitch
This ain't it, this ain't it
This is not it, I'm on ten
I'm on ten
You on some bull- bullshit
I'm on ten
Ah, and if you gotta couple things around the crib
That need cleaning, I'm the nigga that you need
Errands and anything under the sun, I'm the one
I'll even give up on this sack of weed
But maybe not the next
All your commands, I will heed
Just please please please, give me something I can work with
Hell, this wordsmith's words can split if that's the ticket
Lemme borrow the keys

Now, if I said doing one good deed
Can get you one step closer to Heaven, would you agree
Would you hear it as doing good deeds
Being beneficial to being accepted into Heaven
Or would you hear it as doing good deeds
Being detrimental in this world we live in, so much so
That it could potentially remove you from it prematurely
Penned by Uncle Rodney

You are my one and only man
The blue skies are gray
The 30 ball is closer today
Years passed, we ain't getting back Cayde
I'm getting paid but still I need some more pay
I gave my all for Bishop, checked my mate out the spot
The Mickeys and the Midnites, tried to make up for probs
The blame I self proclaim, like my previous ribs
The bond would never work, there ain't no fault left to give
I'd call a spade a spade but I don't know how I'll change
Could Dub go back to senseless shit or bask and remain
Procrastination is my biggest weakness of all
So hopefully, I'll take my time before I stumble and fall
Back then, I saw ten percent
Tip tapping on the floor, didn't know where my vision went
What'd he lose when he gained, it's that simple and plain
The early stages ain't gon' run when they can stand in the rain

I lived so I felt so I know
I lived so I felt so I know
I lived so I felt so I know
I lived so I felt so I know
Lose, lose
What'd he lose
Lose, lose
What'd he lose