Текст песни 'sum ässembly required' - Lul.Mergo

(Mergo!)

Oh shit, the beast is back
Bitch, we better than ever
I took a trip around the world to make this style so clever

Actually, I was on mental leave
Was a couple months I sacrificed into the better trees

Made 'The Lost Connection' through the shit that I was dealing with
After that, I wrote the tape in silence, want 'em feeling this
The bigger fish to fry makes it harder to catch, the batter's from scratch
This recipe might earn it a plaque

Into the everlasting shit that just end up consuming my mind from a lucid dream
To him, to her, to them, so what the fuck does this mean? (So what the fuck does this mean?)

Well, honestly, I'm not sure of how I feel
If my homies waving hi from a distance, this ain't for real

Born in the cold, my arms so swole, I'm onna roll
Beneath the crevice, playing tabletop tennis with all my folks
Apologetic to these worldwide legends, I don't do smoke
They on a spree, better 'H.Y.B' just like you're Cole

Look
Don't play yourself
'Cause nowadays they be killing for loosing status
Just to be locked up with a dirty mattress
"Fuck Everyone's Opinion!", that's what Mom's would tell me
To tell the truth, I didn't listen till my words got wealthy

Was so ashamed of who I was and how I wasn't "it"
Many years later, I fucked around and made a hit
Didn't need assistance for that, it was in God's hands
All what was needed from me was put it up in plan

I'm steady being different nowadays
But always worried if my siblings got some food up on their plate
If I get gunned down where instrumentals calls my name
Would they tryna find the time to find the killer in a pace?

Had to open up my flesh, it's overfilled with 808's
And memories of how I perservered into a greater place
These Sac rappers got some legends while the rest of them are fakes
How many cadences these niggas repeating to make a wave?

A question that I wanna know
So I improve when on the road
But like the 9 in San Fran
Where the booth is at a toll

Had me digging up out in the open
Yeah, Stanley knows
But got accused spitting these top tier lyrics, yeah bullet 'holes'

The type of style that I couldn't inherit or buy to own
Had to take a step day after day to crack the code
Got my eyes watching, grinning way deep into my soul
Until I realized its deeper than music what's on my phone

Cannot seem to pass this information up
Fuck your thinking if I let these bad habits get me stuck
An overnight sensation aiming for presentation
But some assembly required just to make a few payments

And that's the end of my statement (Cha-Ching!)