paroles de chanson frustration_and_cocoa_butter_mixdown - Sir Hop

Aye
Alone with the beat on loop
I wonder where my passion went
I lost the shit on accident
Head buried in my arms
Fiending for my final form
And time is steady passin quick
Satisfaction fleeting while my expectations beating hard
Facing gars, it's just me and God
Plus other people I can't mention for the sake of this bar
Next to my rhyme books, I keep my thoughts in a jar
I wanna share em with the world but I can't toss it too far
And last chick I trusted lives in another state
And her mind's in another place
We just needed another way
But fuck it, it's over
Summer time and that night still colder
Then the girl I want next still stuck on her ex
Though she faithfully text
And I don't really know what's real
Except for everything I copped from using a scale
Had a chick I could trust and have her treating me well
Though falling in love just wasn't part of our deal
And shit, I mighta blocked a blessing
It happens for a reason
She want me year round, I'm only thinkin for a season
Through the days I gone fast like Ramadan
Taking risks that could cost u & me like Comic-Con
I admit, I am blessed beyond measure though
I could be in a battle for custody with a petty hoe
Could be in the pen whoopin niggas for spaghetti-o's
Top ramen or TP
My fresh whites or the TV
It ain't too bad to be me
I, still need greater though
I might just make a mil before you hear me on the radio
I might fuck ya hoe and pay a bill, that ain't the way it go
She came three times to my one, fuck I'm payin for
It's Sir Hop bitch, throw a damn crown on him
He made dumb mistakes but fuck it, I'll own em
Love to smoke, so he keep a lil dro on em
Love to fuck, so he keep a lil hoe on em
Married to the money throw a wedding gown on it
You know who it is steady gettin down on it
High and bumpin Culdesac, the track name: On It
Play the back like resumes with black names on it
While rockin Nike, Polo, Jos Bank, Gap, or Levi
Guys eyes is Shanghai, you know that we be high
Knowing that I wanted to rhyme since I was knee-high
I had to make a beeline to be fly
And retry
After many failures, boy I can't even tell ya
Shit sucks like women gripping my genitalia
Shit sucks like when they cancelled the Volcanalia
Shit sucks like spitting ya best and they don't feel ya
You feel me? I feel ya
Nah, they don't feel me
I press through stress
Hoping it won't kill me
I even got a family member that's gonna grill me
I get nervous if my day goes too well

Uh, wait
I get nervous if my day goes too well
Uh, wait
I get nervous if my day goes too well