Текст песни Here We Go Again - Quadroon

Here we go again, steering these stolen rims
Appearance look quite thin; and my fears be smoked in spliffs
Wont adhere to frozen myths; are you friend or a follower
Do you know how to spit, or just swallow dick (their very different)

Coming to wish you a very merry christmas from the north pole
What's colder than ice cold->my flow
Metaphors for the main course, similies on the side
I'm serving rappers like pie crust, with my eyes closed

Simple as cake, but complex as time
We be riddled to wait, but in line we fine
We belittle the great, and play mime with life
Either you walking, or you watching, or you hop in the fight (now listen)

My reason for demonstration/presentation, is leaving these questions vacant
My purpose in every verse n, I'm working like no person
I smirk at my own verdict, no question the haters hating
Don't rekon recommendations, opinions are not my favorite

Cloud may clear up, but you can't make it
Cheer up, my ears shut when they say it like ay,
What's your wifi, not the right time, when a flight flies it goes
Wanna go night night, heres your night light, like bye bye, eyes closed

I been riding solo, like han, for a minute
My timings so-so but my mind has grown old
I been writing go home, to god for desicion
...She left me her digits, in my in my intuition

If you steppin my way, one wont do but a mile may
This (is) the highway, not friday, listen
I'll say, imma stand on the side thats not separate
While they, second a severed system, check it

Back when i started calling Kyle, K
My life was looking quite sideways (Ill say)
Quiet your mind, open your heart, reach in to god
Smile with your eyes, show em your star, speak up to mom

Here we go again, are we there yet?
are we there yet, are we there yet?

Here we go again, are we there yet?
are we there yet, are we there yet?

I've tried to communicate, to humans abusing the fate
Hold the pen like a gun, one in the hand, two in the bank
They dont hear what I mean, cant see what I want
(They) ears lookin like (my) thumbs, one on my hand, two on they face

I'm not suprised its, 2018,
Not a slither of awarness left but me
So now I wander through my conscious with attention as stepping stone
I'd like to call you more but your never home

I better go, and, never come back
I'm better stoned, and I never cut class
A clever clone who saw his way outta this mess
With a microphone, pen, and heart up in his chest, check