Текст песни Concrete - T.Rabb

Hate the God if you want, you gon respect the pen
Atheism don't make you exempt
Swam so deep in my sorrows I'm surprised I didn't grow a fin
Fill a cup for the ones that you miss
And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete
And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete
Been gone so long did they ever exist

I danced with the demons it's not a simile
Battle scares on my face sustain the memories
Everyday felt like a penalty
More legs to this marathon than a centipede
Are you hearing me
Nothing on this planet putting fear in me
You either crazy or you die when you ascend it's no conspiracy
It's flattering how they mirror me
You gon crease my shoes tryna wear em, no way you fitting these
I'm eye to eye with Socrates
You niggas finally got your day in the booth and made a mockery
You ought a show some modesty
You made a living stealing styles, and you still ain't eating properly
Sold your soul, ain't even go gold
Ima stick to the script keep the following cult
And If the money never come who inspired the most
And I ain't signing no deals you can't acquire the goat
Even when things are terrible
I'm reminded I'm a parable, the pain isn't comparable
To lessons learned, in this realm I transcend
I was forged in a metal that adversity can't bend

Hate the God if you want, you gon respect the pen
Atheism don't make you exempt
Swam so deep in my sorrows I'm surprised I didn't grow a fin
Fill a cup for the ones that you miss
And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete
And lift the bottle to the moon for you pour it on the concrete
Been gone so long did they ever exist

I can't lose