Текст песни Sam Cooke Tunes (feat. Manny Festo) - Ezekiel's Gift

I just want a chick I can sing Sam Cooke to
And have her sing back with the hooks too
I just want a house in the country
So far out that nobody's about man that would be lovely
Never said that I need a fat Rolex
What I want is a life with no stress
Had gold on my chain but I sold it
Cos I don't wanna be flash
I just want to spits facts
No bullshit chat about big stacks
Leave that for the tools and the wick whacks
Let them fools see the Mef and the Big Mak
Flip that so they wanna hit that
No time for the riff raff
I'm easy G, so please believe I'm not here to beef
I'm trying to get what I want what I need
Is the following you see

I just want a chick who can sing Sam Cooke tunes
And have have me sing back with the hooks too
I just need a house on the beach where I can make beats
And never do shit man that would be sweet
Never said that I need a fat Rolex
What I want is a life with no debt
Any gold on my chain I'd have I sold it
So now I don't own shit

And still you couldn't bring me down
I'm so damn high when I reach for the sky man I singe the brow
I have found realities a bitch
Though i'm making the best of this sitch' right now
So I write verse till I'm flat in the hearse
Better that than nine to five till it hurts
Life gets absurd it's just how it works
So let me break down what I prefer

I just want to spit so sick to a good tune
And go big on it with a hook too
I just want to jam in the country
So far out that the birds and the bees are the ones to bug me
And for real I do not want a Rolex
I want to promote a life with no stress
This world man I loathe it so I better soldier this shit
Before my mind goes west

I just want to write on a beach but life is a beach
Not right in my mind still i'm likely to preach
True say I wanted a girl I could rap to
Ain't she a sweet one, ripe as a peach
Give me five and a quiche
I just want to ride on the beat and i'm peaking
Light me a sheet 'cos i'm healing
How can I cotch?
Time on my watch says i've already clocked it
Eyes to the ceiling God is on top
That's how i'm feeling
And see my kids every evening
Meet by the gates can you see me
I just want peace
So tell 'em Eze

I just want a chick I can sing Sam Cooke to
And have her sing back with the hooks too
I just want a house in the country
So far out that nobody's about man that would be lovely
Never said that I need a fat Rolex
What I want is a life with no stress
Had gold on my chain but I sold it
'Cos I don't want to be flash