Текст песни East of Eden - Cellus Hamilton

I'm like four bottles in
I feel my head spinning

Got a tube sock full of cash
From all this bread winning

Phone ring I ain't picking up
It's a thin line for my love
And the shorty aint thick enough
So I'm gone

Responsibilities leave me lone
She a alto
Steady singing me sad songs
This ain't yo outro

Mothers turned into fathers
Before this gender dealing

Lifetime tv run marathons
Of these bastard children

I took a road trip to the East
To pick my pieces up

Detoured through the hood
And threw my peaces up

Made a home here
It's bitter sweet but uhh

Gotta make a move like the lease is up

I'm not you
I'm me though

Why you always here
Leave me alone

Talkin rahh rahh
Desert eagle

Why you always pressin on my ego

I'm grateful that my patnas in the east
Let me hold sumthin

So I keep this heater
Heard it's gone be a cold summer

Supposed to be in church
But please do not tell my grandmother

That don't last
Life went fast
I was broke like glass

And that bucket that they passin ain't goin to me

You can keep yo two cents
But they don't mean that
When it come to money though

I'ma keep it hunned though
Flip it and stack a hunned mo

See we came from the west side

Where the best ride
Before they reach 25

I'm grateful to be alive

When I die
Never suicide

They gone have to strip my soul away

It's Death before dishonor
Like the soldier say

I live by soldier words
But I don't war that way

You can learn a lot from studying my lineage
We was masters
Never slaves to no opinions

We owned the land and everything in it
No need in it
Really was princes and kings in it

And we really were kings

Everything that we touched
And every idea
That we manifested prospered

We built companies and corporations
And we created the law of the land

We had everything that we needed
To be completely who we were created to be

Then we got distracted

Ever since that day
I repeat
I repeat
I repeat
I repeat the cycle

Tryna get where I can be
I can be
I can be right by you

There goes my effort
My human effort
Tryna piece it together
Lord knows I'm desperate
It's sad lowkey depressin

See my fumblin hands
Missed opportunities
But still a catch a body and scram
Character just like I'm
Tommy or Pam on Martin
I change my face to match the role that I'm in
Like Martin

I took a road trip to the East
To pick my pieces up

Detoured through the hood
And threw my peaces up

Made a home here
It's bitter sweet but uhh

Gotta make a move like the lease is up

Holy Spirit told me
Cellus you should give em the context
East of Eden ain't a place
It's more of a mindset

Ever since Adam and Eve
We been deceived
Missing the essence
Sewing fig leaves together
Steady fleein the presence