paroles de chanson Farleys (Interlude) - Sylvan LaCue

Um hi, we'll do two iced lattes to go please
Baby couches and photo futons
Mama's cooking, I swear with the biggest coupons
Way too many flights, am I afraid to track all the mileage?
[?] she don't ask me to break the silence
Truth is, it's been months since I've seen my family
No way around it
I've been praying for peace of mind and in a way I found it
Missed calls keep piling
I got a budget that's 7 grand if I plan to balance
The lifestyle's of an artist caught in the in between
Just enough to get you close for you to taste your dreams
You wake up early in someone's house that you met over Twitter
Replies and mutual friends in Los Angeles
All I hear is stories and fairytales about rappers who supposed to blow up and on the rise
The closest point is it's hard to shift through the truth and lies
Opinions coming from niggas who barely get the picture
Shit
I sorta wonder like
What would I done if I stayed in Miami?
And never signed with Visionary, took care of my family
Label me as conservations, too many
Keep in touch and we'll see what happens
Shit, by that time I could give two fucks about what they asking
Huh
Only a couple niggas going platinum
I've been traveling way too much to be out of action
But I can't end up like so and so
Well what's his name, who had that one song
I'm still refusing to play that game
Shit
Fuck it, I'd rather pay for newer lane
Back and forth for myself about doing newer things
A long way from the days with Dino in San Diego
A mere mark couldn't [?]
Niggas counting on me
I can feel the pressure
But I'm still inspired, never did I need a lecture
Realities of a lif of pain that will always get to ya
You haven't seen your family in a while
You've been out here, like playing a rapper a little too long
You know?
You know I love you
And we'll find time to see each other, but I think it's time to go back home