paroles de chanson Best Spot in the House - Injury Reserve
This
is
the
best,
the
best
spot
in
the
house?
Absolutely
Check
it
Check
it,
yo,
check
it
I've
had
niggas
that
come
up
to
me,
say
that
they
looked
up
to
me,
yeah
And
that
they
been
fuckin'
with
me
since
shit
was
ugly,
yeah
And
that
these
songs,
man,
they
saved
they
life
Now,
how
you
put
that
kind
of
power
in
these
hands
of
mine?
And
how
a
nigga
'posed
respond
to
some
shit
like
that?
Am
I
supposed
to
"Oh,
thanks,"
pat
they
back?
I
ain't
tryna
take
away
from
the
experience
they
had
But,
honestly,
I'm
not
prepared
for
some
shit
like
that
And
when
they
credit
myself,
they
discredit
themselves
And
the
strength
that
they
had,
yeah,
to
better
themselves
And
they
talk
about
the
strength
that
I
have
in
my
songs
But
they
don't
know,
behind
them
stories,
there's
some
shit
that's
just
wrong
And
I
hear
'em
say
that
it
was
beautiful
But
to
me,
man,
that
shit
was
inexcusable,
uh
To
talk
about
a
death
and
not
go
to
the
funeral
Tellin'
myself,
"You
gotta
swallow
all
that
guilt
that
you
done
chewed"
Shit
was
juvenile,
like
how
was
I
too
cowardly
to
go
to
your
fuckin'
funeral
But
still
feel
like
rappin'
about
your
death
was
fuckin'
suitable?
Was
I
true
to
you,
or
usin'
you
Or
the
unfortunate
events
to
make
my
songs
more
moveable?
My
grief
provable,
it's
true
though
I
do
wish
I
could
call
like
shit
was
usual
Tell
you
shit's
poppin',
uh,
tell
you
life's
beautiful,
uh
But
I
didn't
check
on
you
when
you
were
still
here,
yeah
And
that
shit
been
eatin'
at
me
for
this
past
year,
yeah
This
remind
me
of
Will
dancin'
on
that
couch
2014
flexed
and
we're
back
now
Halloween,
you
gettin'
lit-er
and
we're
drivin'
home
Buckle
up,
big
times
before
we
make
it
out
Still
reminds
me
of
Will
dancin'
on
that
couch
Saw
him
last
week,
he
swears
that
we
made
it
now
People
watchin'
now,
better
not
let
them
down
Buckle
up,
big
times
before
we
make
it
out
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Shout
out
to
my
brother
Chuck,
healthiest
dude
I
know
One
day,
he
was
hoopin'
and
just
dropped
to
the
floor
In
disbelief,
man,
I
could
never
fathom
that
His
sister
Rosie
hit
me
like,
"It
might've
been
a
heart
attack"
Couldn't
do
shit
about
it,
stuck
in
Arizona
Plus
they
brought
him
back,
but
I
heard
he's
in
a
coma
Drop
to
my
knees
and
I
start
to
pray
Said,
"If
he
wakes
up,
I
swear
that
I'll
call
and
text
him
every
day"
Felt
like
a
lifetime
after
a
couple
days
went
past
And
I
still
ain't
heard
from
your
ass,
man,
wake
the
fuck
up
Yo,
luckily
he
did,
my
promise
didn't
last
that
long
You
would
text
me,
it
would
take
like
a
week
to
respond
And
I
ain't
got
shit
goin'
on
Man,
that's
so
fucked
up
Two
years
later,
seen
your
silhouette
in
that
crowd
Last
show,
our
first
headlinin'
tour,
it's
sold
out
700
people,
yeah,
that
shit
was
so
wild
Seen
that
ugly-ass
grin,
knew
I
made
you
proud,
yeah
This
remind
me
of
Will
dancin'
on
that
couch
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