paroles de chanson They Want More - J.SHEP

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight

They want more from me
They want more for me
They want war for me
They want war with me
War with me, ain't no sworn picking
It ain't no cake walk, to fuck with me
Better fuck with me the long way
Cause ight I'm a fuck with you today, like lilesco dude
But fucking with me, you gone need an escort dude, or two
Cause ya see, only a few, know how I do
Only a handful, know how I move

But oohhh
This track I need platinum plaque
Gold teeth, gold mouf for our plaque that's black
Cause we was born with it, they mad at that
They mad at the facts, cause we embrace the black
The black clothes, the black skin
The black hoes, the black pitch, black brother's
That's my kin, the black sin
The black you offend, it's ight

Cause I know you thinking we gone descend
If it was real, then it's worth it
Knowing my descendants, gone ascend
No doubt the heavy chains and shackles and boulders
That weigh on they wrists and ankles and shoulders
But back to reality
I guess they don't care for me
Nah they do, cause

They want more for me
More for me, more for me
Sike
They want more from me, more from me
Ah ight

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight

More for me, more for you
More to see, beyond the sea
Ya fool, don't be blind, by the blinders too
Don't leap, before knowing what kind to do
Leap of faith or leap of anxiety pick between the two
I guess I lie to myself, to tell the truth to you
Ya see, cause you have the inside of scoops
On a nigga that came from a area, inside the rural
Looking at the city, from an inside of view

I try to light a fire under the asses
Of the ones with no passion
Just to find out half of them, they talent they half-assed it
To the point they spirit is like a blown gasket
What can I say
They gone ask, nah don't ask it
What this song about
What this gotta do, with anything
I mean to be honest, I'm just rambling

Scavenging, pen to pad, I'm paddling
Ricochet ricochet, these thoughts, badminton
You thinking you balling, you traveling
I'm dripping with sauce cause I'm dunking it
Now you is loss within it
You in the place, you have sunken in

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight

I have to rap again
I have to put us on
I have to write this song
I have to be the greatest men, to ever rap again
I have to fucking win
I have to give no fucks till the mothafuckin' end

I'm an artist with the pen
An artist with the pen
An artist with the pen
I'm an artist with the pen
An artist with the pen
An artist with the pen
I'm an artist with the pen

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight (One more time, one more time)

They want more from me
They want more, they want more
They want more for me, more for me, nah
They want more, they want more from me
Ah ight