paroles de chanson Buggin' - Topaz Jones

Ugh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh, Yeah
The other day I saw a spider on my wall
I watched it crawl to the ceiling
Thought to myself
Being small looked appealing
No billing receipts
Just chilling and sleeping
Resting on the windowsill M, creeping (ah)
But see the problem is,
Policy and politics
Always play a role no matter where you go or how you live
Some play the cut
Some climb
Other's reclining
Summer time
None of us outside when sun is shining
Come out at night you'll see what we talking about
Niggas spitting that finesse with flies all in they mouth
Be quiet as a mouse
The moment that we hear one step
If you not light on your feet
You might get crushed next
Lucky to make it to a day
The way the murder rate was
Them people come
We getting sprayed
They might exterminate us
Wonder if hate is in their heart, or is it taught?
Then a daddy long leg dropped game between a cough

Ahem, Ahem
Listen, by spinning the web
You could ditch these conditions and be winning instead

Told me tall tales of niggas who fled
Never saw them again
Said they just busy or I ain't visit him yet
Type of shit that had me
Itchin' my head
Conflicted in bed
Rolled a spliff look like I twisted a dread (ugh)
Before I knew it
I was stitching a thread
Only God could predict where it lead
And so I
Ease on down the Silk Road
Strutting like a pimp
Better give me what I'm owed
Welcome to the big city
Hit the kitchen where all the milk flows
Niggas swimming in a bowl of Cheerio's
I froze
Was bitten by a mosquito
Don't mean to be a pest
But this is only the beginning
Come and see the rest
An hour later
Had a corner by the fridge
Threw a flick up for the fleas
Show the homies how I live
And now I kick it with the Beatles on the nightly
I wonder why it ain't too many out here like me
They must lazy
Either that or want a hand out
I got like eight
Still ain't even invite the fam out
Business is booming
There's rumors I'll expand out
Visions of moving
Like humans through this damn house
I'm hearing crickets
They hate, cause they can't speak the language
Said "boy you buggin',
You'll be lucky if they leave you hanging"
The next morning
Heard pots and pans clattering
A gut curdling scream
The fine china
A finger pointed at me
There were tears in her eyes
In that moment realized
What we fear we despise
They say the rise of a king always doubles the fall
Either pen or the sword
It's just luck of the draw
And the cards that we dealt wasn't shuffled at all
Man it's a wild goose chase
Got me ducking the law
I looked back to my hood before I could reconsider
Ended up under somebody big momma house slipper
A gust of wind
I shiver from the cold
Then I woke up to a tickle on my shoulder

I must be buggin', gotta be buggin' buggin' out
I must be buggin', gotta be buggin' buggin' out
You buggin' out yo, yo, yo
You buggin' out yo, yo, yo

When we was at Motown
After rehearsal
Everybody went out to eat
Barry Gordy said "Everybody's going bowling"
We sisters came from Monongahela Pennsylvania
There was one bowling alley
Blacks were not allowed
Didn't know what to do
We had never been inside of a bowling alley before
My mother always taught us
"If you don't know what to do, be a good listener"