lirik lagu curci, mike summers & boldy james - the rum diary
[intro sample]
there are one or two things that we don’t write about. in other words, nothing at all. there’s a thin veneer, kemp, between the dream and the reality. you wake them up and people might start asking for their money back
[verse 1: curci]
listen, time’s not waiting for no man
i’m still swinging swords like i’m conan
i’d rather be the k!ller than the one with the toe tag
won’t hold back
it’s a dog eat dog world, shout out to michael vick
it’s crazy when they got it all handed and they still taking risks and making plays
used to dream of this while throwing paper planes
meetings inside studios with a&r’s that work for jay
and hennessey with flava flav
i could get used to this
all from me obsessing over words is f~ckin’ ludicrous
and still going out in the lamb, forgetting who i am
until i’m running into a fan, like “you’re the f~ckin’ man”
a different cloth that i’m cut from
that 970 stitch count my circumference
little country, little college, little druggie
making something out of nothing
found the genie in the bucket, i’m just making wishes
and it now it’s all making sense how i manifested
the plan was destined, i’m bound to get it
[interlude sample]
i want to make a promise to you, the reader. and i don’t know if i can fulfill it tomorrow, or even the day after that. but i put the b~st~rds of this world on notice that i do not have their best interests at heart
[verse 2: boldy james]
first take, i breakdanced the bag and then i kicked board
grinded like a kickflip, we’re louis v skateboarders
ain’t turning sh~t down but my college just to show the print off
this thirty clip ain’t go to prom but quick to throw a send off
free little bro and [?] still on [?]
presi on my wrist, i never stepped foot in the oval office
but i know all about who cop it and who crunchin’, about who squattin’
and who dumpin’ all the cottons and the pumpkins
run with the [?]
[?] caught with two draci’s and an achy~breaky
found out i’m crushing on his man [?]
laughing all the way to the bank, he must can’t take a joke
telling lies that sound true, he should be taking notes
posted on the strip, i saw more grits than mr. quaker oats
all shake, no [?] i did more numbers than a bookie
dropped the 62 and brought it back a peanut b~tter cookie
blockworks
[outro sample]
they don’t care who the losers are. they wanna know who won. who won the bowls, who won the races, who won the pot at the slot machines
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