paroles de chanson Reception - Jonathan Emile

These Brothers gassed up Texaco Shell Esso
Homie I am a vessel
Reflection of the divine
A testament to my time
You sleep I'm on my grind
Bruxism nizzim like a leaver I am inclined
VIP section yeah homie I'm out of line
I'm skipping strait to the shine
Some taking it as a crime
Care less about procedure I'm here to get my dinner
No stove he thaw cold up in the winter
Sinner winner inventor
But far from a beginner
Collabo with some of illest of our times
See the future computer homie it's all mathematics
These dudes never understood my Calculus and tactics
Bruh, you not supposed to
They focusing on local
I'm global and bicoastal
My focal is on my totals
Zip across the world like the front of you jacket or postal
Code erode the facade and maintain the covenant
Your shit more illusion than these democratic governments
From a city that whole game ignores
So when I call LA they say yo homie where 514
After making it through cancer I felt like I was meant for more
I'm the GOAT in my city I'm cleaving you from the herd
Welcome to Montréal a landscape of the absurd
Where every rapper raps like a rapper you already heard
And every punch-line's a falt-line
Y'already know the words so...

Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really hear ya
And you could do whatever you like
I be on my something different
Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really hear ya
Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really see y'all either

And what I've learned make sure you win even when you loose
You are only bound by the life that you choose
I'm on my money train you could never call me fake
Light skin Wesley Snipes, call me dark skin Drake
Intake, get cake flow cold Great Lakes
Full House venues
Ashley Mary-Kate
I never sold that white girl
But we started from the bottom and we living in a white world
They as what up with the Kendrick situation
Never dealt with the artist only the corporation
Some are for revolution
Some are for institutions
Some are focused on profit and others are on solutions
At the end of the day make music people feel
And that ain't nothing to do with keeping it real
Some say I get good reception cause I got full bars
And others say Jonathan, who you the think you are?!
Word to my mamma she said that I'm a star
Word to my pops he said that I'm a star
They say Jonathan, who you the think you are?!
I'm far from perfect -- only perfect from a far

Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really hear ya
And you could do whatever you like
I be on my something different
Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really hear ya
Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really see y'all either
Must be something wrong with the phone
Cause I don't really hear ya
And you could do whatever you like
I be on my something different