Текст песни 2016 Was a Bad Year - Quadeca

Twenty Sixteen was a bad year
Yeah, twenty sixteen was a bad year
And even tho we grown from our past fear
Sixteen was a pretty fucking bad year

Yeah, Well i guess that im back here
Got a feeling that its that clear
So much change i been feeling like a cashier
Man this last year was a mother fucking trap full of bad peers
Well looking back then i guess i laugh at it
Just kids making trouble in their math classes
Just kids making trouble till its past savage
And they turning into fat addicts with some bad habits
Im too concerned with fat asses and rap-facking em
That that's just the material bullshit i put on my rap album
Trynna chase the feeling, gotta fucking trap-n-pack em
We got glass measured and i'm thinking how is that happen?
Kid brings his fucking backpack and i'm like "That's Massive"
Bottles, I can see the bottom with the max glasses
Act natural, Got some fucking grass patches
This shits a whole new world
Im like Aladdin
Damn Its a straight up double movie
Man this shit is so unruly
Damn im feeling hella groovy
Feeling hella stupid this is hella booji
Getting to escape from it all
Thats just the way that you ball
Yeah getting to escape from it all
Well it feels great till u fall
They bee saying you the man
This is dope bro
Im like hell yeah but im thinking bout what happens when i go home
To my family and know that they dont know
Shit thats a no go guess im going solo
But now im getting paranoid
Look at what iv fucking done to go repaid a void
Thinking, what if my parents really got to know
Go silent, here a knock at the door, Shit

Twenty Sixteen was a bad year
Yeah, twenty sixteen was a bad year
And even tho we grown from our past fear
Sixteen was a pretty fucking bad year

If ignorance is bliss, i guess i pretend to be ignorant
I guess im an idiot
We live in a world where people pretend they aint different
Shit is getting ridiculous
I won't spite you for trynna rock to somebody else's drum line for a spot in the lunch line
But we gotta draw some line
So many lines to cross i see god in my Tees sometimes
And i aint even religious
The power of these words is as real as existence
Man i feel it from a distance
Fake friends leaving in an instant
I guess its plagued me for a minute
I guess its changed me for a year
I guess its made me who i am and i aint gonna quit frankly ill stay right here
Underated i haven't been respected
Putting all this work and still be in the trenches
Funny how rappers claim to be independent
When their album got a hundred names in the credits
Doing it by myself
No cosigner
Better bars than these rappers with their ghostwriters
Who's gonna be famous? Well im the most likely
But the city people dont like me so they go bite me

Twenty Sixteen was a bad year
Yeah, twenty sixteen was a bad year
And even tho we grown from our past fear
Sixteen was a pretty fucking bad year