Текст песни Connor McDees - Christon Gray
Swear
I
suppose,
there′s
nothing
left
for
me
in
here
to
expose
Ain't
an
accolade
alive
that
I
ain′t
claim
on
my
own
I
been
crowned
since
forever,
been
in
here
with
the
stones
June
bug
with
the
plug,
how
I
weight
out
the
goal
It's
nothing
new,
almost
to
the
point
where
I
be
bashful
Double
entendres
are
wondering
what
the
mass
do
Double
high,
caught
em
and
wonder
if
that'll
catch
you
It′s
summersault
slaughter
so
the
flow
is
only
natural
Like
no
shots
to
it,
more
so
in
sense
But
I′m
less
about
that,
and
more
so
bout
a
Benz
I'm
more
so
bout
a
win,
and
more
so
bout
the
end
Being
more
than
we
can
count,
moreover
contend
Talking
Russell
in
the
huddle
for
a
W
Instead
of
serenading
the
parade,
but
not
enough
for
attempts
Know
I
may
hear
the
beat,
like
the
end
of
the
speech
Like
the
only
protocol
of
what
winning
should
be
is
right
here
They
gave
Langston
Hughes
a
pen,
Coltrane
a
saxophone
Gave
me
this
mic
but
they
ain′t
give
me
no
chaperones
Just
me,
just
the
ghost
and
the
alphabet
Nine
years
old
watching
Spike
Lee's
"Malcolm
X"
Yeah,
I′m
on
some
different
type
of
energy
Whether
hot
or
cold
better
save
them
extremities
Man,
the
jazz
got
you
running
like
Floyd
If
it's
money
in
the
made,
then
the
summer
got
a
joint
I
ain′t
running
for
the
coin
man
I'm
tryna
keep
my
promise
Cause
if
I
keep
it
G
I'm
selling
honesty
as
product
And
it′s
piracy,
all
this
airing
out
keep
messing
up
my
privacy
Now
I′m
writing
rhymes
on
papyrus
leaves
It's
hometown
hero,
not
a
hero
in
my
own
town
Got
my
own
sound,
I
experiment
with
Mo-Town
Yeah,
that′s
the
offseason
You
fish
outta
water
and
we
coming
out
to
season
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