Текст песни Contact - Caleborate , Kota the Friend

Yeah, uh

I could feel the sin in my lungs
The magic in my skin
The weight on my heart
The flame on my pen
The chip on my shoulder that's stacking on ten
The blood in my hand, help me run from my friends
Oh, you got a problem, that shit happens often
Shouldering that, tryna chase my dreams, it's so exhausting
And I got haters acting like they ain't
Shit in they closet, well, since we here talking, I'ma empty mine out

Let's visit my house, no words really spoke
Just me and aunty workin' to dig ourselves out of holes
I wake up everyday and roll what I got left
And if I'm all out, I know there's some on her shelf
I know that's fuckin' low, but fuckin' low is where I'm dwellin'
I gotta make it now 'cause if I don't, there's no tellin'
I was 24, still sleepin' on floors
Sneakin' girls in, still peakin' through doors

They say I'm slatted to make it, that's not on this bank statement
But I never even hear them, real men stay patient
I been here five years grindin' harder than you think, man
So if pullin' me down is even close to what you thinkin'
Just know I'm not afraid to die for the shit that I believe in
I'm gon' stay forever, you the one that's gon' be leavin'
I'm gon' be heatin' up and you the one that's gon' be steamin'

I realize when I wake, my peace of mind might be in danger
I feel deep in my heart my biggest haters aren't strangers
I feel they energy, they judging me for claiming Berkeley
But it meant to me what Oakland meant to Shore when he was 14
I don't see why I'm defending shit that made me what you look at
Shoutout to all the ones that show me love at all the cookouts

And shoutout to the ones that accept me for me
And shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Aye, shoutout to the ones that accept me for me
And shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me ('round me)

Godspeed to the women that I fucked with
Grand rising to the only one that I lay up with
She in love with me and she don't care about no money
My family say she gold digging, I just think it's funny
'Cause she the only one that ever understood
I am a museum, she just come and look
I am like a library, she just came to read, she don't judge the books
I be overseas, we be hella shook

I be out for weeks at a time now
Weeks turn months from apartment to a duplex
New day, new stretch
Thinkin' 'bout the past when everything was bad
Got a baby on the way, a pregnant women on my ass
But the feelings I don't have, and the bag I don't got yet
Felt like I was fuckin' up a few lives, trapped in my momma crib
Baby, baby, momma I was out of it
Workin' out the basement, glad I made it out of there

I could move a mountain if I want to
I could make somebody dreams come true
I torch the struggle like it's nothin' new
I lit up the tunnel, I take Kota in the rain and we
Be dancin' in the puddles and he love me like a fool
He taught me what is love
Feel like I could never lose even when this shit is rough
Got a woman and she's strong
And if we have a daughter, I ain't worryin' at all
I know she gon' be a queen, 'cause she followin' her mom

Hey, shoutout to the ones that accept me for me
Shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So shoutout to the ones that accept me for me
And shoutout to the homie for selling me good weed
You might catch a contact if you fuck around with me, yeah, yeah