paroles de chanson Contemplation - Napier Quinn

Contemplation I don't wanna face it
Got a dream god willin let me taste it
When you get yo chance better take it
When you get a band better break it
Music is my therapy my thoughts always racin'
You were always there for me I cannot explain it
Used to go to Mason I studied star placements
Dollar and a dream I was slavin' way before the basement

Look at my mama face i'm feeling embezzled
Kid it ain't over we floorin' the pedal
Two left feet learn to dance with the devil
Iron in yo soul she allergic to metal
Iron gon sink 'less you turnin' it precious
Gold, to put yo whole team on the road
Fold, fall back in the mold, I been a little cold
A little bit old, a little too bold
You gotta brush that dirt, right off ya shoulder
Turn into a soldier, word to Jay-Hovah
Prophet who turned poverty to profit
If I never meet ya, it was still nice to know ya
I would if I could but you know I can't stop it
If you know the truth, you better not drop it

Contemplation I don't wanna face it
Got a dream god willin' let me taste it
When you get yo chance better take it
When you get a band better break it
Music is my therapy my thoughts always racin'
You were always there for me I cannot explain it
Used to go to Mason I studied star placements
Dollar and a dream I was slavin' way before the basement

Watch how far imma take it
Give me a year imma be in a spaceship
Turnt to the max, high as the stakes is
Pressure poppin' put Quinn in a coffin
That's how i'm rocking, kid from logsdon
Only options pen and paper
Can't wait for my saviors
I'm flipping the script, the turns gon table
Or, the tables gon turn
Sometimes I fumble my words
Sometimes I sound absurd
Sometimes I sit on the curb
That's the way I learn
Waitin my turn, grinding in silence
Storm been brewing, prepare for the Midas
King of the waves holding a trident
And you Riley, I been styling
But Huey more where my mind is
Freeman come with free bands
My depression cost three bands

Contemplation I don't wanna face it
Got a dream god willin' let me taste it
When you get yo chance better take it
When you get a band better break it
Music is my therapy my thoughts always racin'
You were always there for me I cannot explain it
Used to go to Mason I studied star placements
Dollar and a dream I was slavin' way before the basement

Life ain't what it seems
And nothing feels the same
I hope you prepared
For the rain
Shoutouts to you, for keeping me sane
Shoutouts to you, here before the fame
I hope I never change