Текст песни P 2 P - Neo207

How you know where you really gotta come from just to live life in them long nights When you up cryin′ outta fright that you might never see the day or light again
Know the paper white pen runnin' thin
I don′t know shit wonder why my nose itch
Maybe I've been blowing boat loads of the coke again; sippin' juice an gin
Pound another bottle; wallow at the bottom just to write a novel in
Half the time that as you asinine ass
Dirty motherlovers could ever pass the mile at
Crack a smile, laugh
Like everybody doin′ on that Instagram plaque
Gimme half the fans that, ′em and them have
I could make the world give hands and then some
I would give my life to get a block of sandstone
Give it to people who never got paid ransoms
Give to my mama for the shit that she's done
Even when the moment seemed bleak weak we were none
Weeks that were struck with hunger, somber nights
Chardonnay on the night stand, broken lights beats and drums
Damn I should′ve gotten beaten some
Spittin' tracks by Mac, T9, Run DMC
Now everybody wanna be around cause of this apocalypse
Get a good look at a real M-C

Everybody and their mama pickin′ drama over commas but the traumas way worse
When you really got a price to pay
In the long run when the songs done
Like an instrumental check it like a dental
Cause we all got a price to pay
Everybody and their mama pickin' drama over commas but the traumas way worse
When you really got a price to pay
In the long run when the songs done
Like an instrumental check it like a dental
Cause we all got a price to pay

Yeah When I
Start to feel low, like a bass note
The pen can tell a story better check the page quote
When I started a passion I never gained smoke
Except for call of duty groupies claiming can′t wrote
Write- am I blue am I white
Are your shoes, even tight
Are they fresh, are they fit
Whatever the new word the kids use is
I can't follow this shit, bunch of dip-shits
Thinkin' shits lit
For the gram, for their mom, for their gram
For their pa
For the first time in your life can you put your phone down at all
Can we have a conversation bout the pay rates
Maybe wiretapping from the NSA
And how they own everything you say
And how they know every game you play
They on every trace you lay, they own every place you be
Trust in me, this bus ain′t free, oh my G
Pick your poison, either listen in or skip the noise
Hit the ditch or redeploy, pick your choice
Speak your voice and keep rejoicing
Ain′t nobody wanna be trippin'
When they start losing they vision I′m sayin' that this shit is strictly noise
I′ve been lifted since the day I heard the Beastie Boys
N9ne invented flows that I would speak and it gave me joy
Came across Cole, Dizzy and the Bobby Boy
Everywhere I go now, baby I'm the choice
Lemme bring you right back to it
Talkin′ days where I'd act foolish
Pack tools just to act cool
Leavin' black blue bruises on them whack dudes
Who don′t ask you who the fuck you doin′ first
Harbor feelings till it feelin' like your stomach burst
Yeah, I get that shit
But nothin′ hurts more than a won war with someone that never gave bat-shit

Everybody and their mama pickin' drama over commas but the traumas way worse
When you really got a price to pay
In the long run when the songs done
Like an instrumental check it like a dental
Cause we all got a price to pay
Everybody and their mama pickin′ drama over commas but the traumas way worse
When you really got a price to pay
In the long run when the songs done
Like an instrumental check it like a dental
Cause we all got a price to pay