lirik lagu erick the architect - the valleys
[verse]
the glass shovel tried to hit me like some brass knuckles
and fast levels tried to drink away my past trebles
sometimes i feel it all, sometimes i feel in awe, sometimes i feel i have n0body to feel at all
and not a guilty soul, don’t bother pity me
but this a long shot, just like the kennedies
the sniper scope the hype is so not him
they told me to be eric b. , but i’m no rakim
find divine in your own time, i seen the world from the eyes of a gold mine
i often question why’d you make my mother go blind, i hail salassie tried to reconnect his soul with mine
and i’ll be lying if i never said i can’t
my ego still regal tell that n~gga grow a pair (p~ssy)
i swear i been american but where is it embarrassing / the marriages and heritage / avoiding all the various questions they got me burying like
who is our leader? who will not deceive us? you all scum thats why i drink this f~cking 40 litre, and i steam the reefer, 4 gs to keep up
women by my side just for when the liquor creep up
original never, i just steal from the best, to try to make me better
my conscious is a k!lla so i wear it like a sweater
my aim is like beretta (bom) shooting for the stars, trekking hard, looping odd oh my god / swore i’m not a rarity
heard they heard my beats now these n~ggas really scared of me
shorty cakes sera lease, spoon feed asperalie
money made her wet, knowledge made her more aware of me, my therapy
[chorus]
a mi enemies, bun up in these streets
then bun up all a mi ganja suh nuh badda seh wi dweet
this is how we eat, rude bwoy dem a fleet (well, mr. broadway yuh deh pon)
a good vibes wi have, they put di louis pon wi feet
a mi enemies, bun up in these streets
then bun up all a mi ganja suh nuh badda seh wi dweet (well, mr. broadway yuh deh pon)
this is how we eat, rude bwoy dem a fleet
a good vibes wi have, they put di louis pon wi feet, pon wi feet (n~gga)
[outro]
i know exactly my rights
i’m not trying to take you for fool
it’s 9 o’clock in the night
mi just a walk, mi nuh look fi nuh trouble
in new york city
but of course, there is some problem ’cause, ’cause a man natty, natty
policeman and soldier fi stop pressure natty dreadlock, dreadlock
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