paroles de chanson Can't Run - GQ

Yep yep yea
Every day's a hard day
2: 17 in the morning yo
Every day bright day
Every day, every day
Every day, every day
Someone informed me what's the purpose of life for them
Feeling I'm losing my feeling, blamin the Vicodin
For the ones ran out of ink, the life of them
Hoes lookin for love influenced by the life of Kim
Seize a trap, the lucky ones go from mice to men
That's not a lifestyle of yours, you just like the trend
When the day starts I pray whoever say they got my back
Whenever put a knife to it before the night should end
Protect us from the evil tryna sneak toward us
Every eye is a cam corder, they each record us
Keep it personal so I throw a piece to reporters
If it's a slice of the pie make sure my piece enormous
Late walks and late talks all through the evening
Why put your faith in something too small to believe in
Lot of deadbeats offering semen
So if I'm blessed with a girl I just pray that my daughter's a vegan
Stay away from the black cats who toll ladders
Mind gone, more stone than gallbladders
Mountain peaks and pinnacles that I reach above
Now they run with what I say like a tweet from a tub
Hold up, wonder how long it's gon take for us to grow up
Still waitin for a sign, should I slow up?
Can't imagine how to pace a beat
Or when I make it high, expressions on they faces be
I'm tryna get out, society's a maze to me
Wonder will I pass, has God given a grade to me?
Will he take my gift before I open it?
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
So, maybe, how'd you play it by ear
Lookin to gain strength from another fear
Yea, energy low as death valleys
Tryna keep my spirits up, I need a pep rally
Hold up, wonder how long it's gon take for us to grow up
Still waitin for a sign, should I slow up?
Can't imagine how to pace a beat
Or when I make it high, expressions on they faces be
I'm tryna get out, society's a maze to me
Wonder will I pass, has God given a grade to me?
Will he take my gift before I open it?
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
(Hook)
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Just in case I never get my fair share
Payin to fly, air fair
Was up it like 4 in the morning, walkin a cold corner
Lacking the thought of safety, hope the night don't take me, shit
I'll probably write til my hand broken
Way I get it crackin be like Martin and Pam jokin
Thinkin bout my uncle where the Nicolo can't open
God bless you – whoever tried to help his nephew plan motion
Slowly arriving for the ones floating in
Heaven and never got to float on an island
Coastin and slidin ouchea, rollin and vibin
Hanging over, getting posted and tiling, in the photo smiling
Laughing at em, jokin and jiving
Feel high, plus some bill nights smoking that science, huh?
Cup of that jolly rancher turn into a sweet talker
A tree sparker, we all for Mary Louise Parker
Like good riddens to niggas trippin and bitter bitches
They hate to work but love to be in yo business
When it's from yo heart, blood will be in your sentence
Close or far, really it ain't no difference
This and that, switch it back
I'm probably round but they don't know where I'm livin at
Li-li-livin at, life got me sittin back
Makin up for everything you niggas lack, wuddup?
Hold up, wonder how long it's gon take for us to grow up
Still waitin for a sign, should I slow up?
Can't imagine how to pace a beat
Or when I make it high, expressions on they faces be
I'm tryna get out, society's a maze to me
Wonder will I pass, has God given a grade to me?
Will he take my gift before I open it?
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
(Hook)
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate
Man, I hope my timing is appropriate