lirik lagu eugene the dream - t.i.c.
[chorus]
take a heat let’s get lit whoa
just like this hold it in then you breathe slow
please don’t trip keep it cool
yo don’t blow my high
i rarely smoke but when the blunt hit
i-i-i-i
flash back to the memories
as a young’n with the mindset
flowin’ full of energy
(energy)
ambitions got a nigga on a mission
and i’m hopin’ and i’m wishin’ for a way to make a better me
jamming to the melody
then go to pic-sso looking at the pictures i painted
till i’m underrated, they hated
due to the fact that a nigga created
i was 14, in the cusp, still a young boy
barely old enough to kick it with the grown folks
niked out, got one pair of jay’s
so that niggas never picked up on the fact that i was flat broke
first time that i ever had a little toke
i remember man that shit was on a school day
flipping old school boom bad beats
while we sitting in the silver ridding out to the world play
inhale, take a hit, that’s grade a
two more and i’m pullin’ where the clouds lay
(?) that i got a sixth sense body opposite of tense
(another hit nigga) okay
kick back chop it up real cool
down south where they bang that school
they send the other siders where the gr-ss is greener
but you’ve really gotta see it with a birds eye view
so i, sit back recline then i clear out my mind
then i gotta take a flight real quick
maybe take a flight real quick, to caribbeans or alpines
i’m just chilling in my zone
got no worries of my own
then i hear a chirp going off
and the ring of my phone
oh shit
momma called man she know i’m smokin’
(i’m smokin’)
she can hear it in the tone of my voice and
the way i’m stuttering and muttering and uttering
god d-mn i can barely get the words in
now i’m stuck here listening while she pitch another little boy cause he got stuck in a predicament
now she cryin’ and i’m feelin’ mad guilty
(mad guilty)
why she trippin’ like a blunt gonna k!ll me?
[chorus]x2
why you ever start smokin’ in the first place?
every time i do i think about my mom’s face
tears in her eyes cause she know that the prize of her boys is gettin’ stoned all alone with his eyes glazed
now she feelin’ like college ain’t an option
(ain’t an option)
how the hell a nigga supposed to be a doctor
play up on the roster
follow in the f-ckin’ footsteps of her favorite authors and prosper
momma said drug possession is a weapon that the government be using tryin’ teach us all a lesson
(all a lesson)
(?) that we victims of a system of political oppression
why would anyone even care to listen
is it cause i’m too eloquent?
cause i went to a all white school where the bullshit is relevant
and everybody dress elegant?
to be honest man i’m tired of the labels
why can’t a rappper be financially stable and mentally able and willing to distinguish all these facts from fables (fables?)
i really need to pull out this weed just to find a source just to induce creativity
apparently cause it’s bringin’ out the best in me
but potentially it’s just in me to think-think about my destiny
like what’s next for me
do i light-light this gleese
or do i find some other way to support my needs
lord help me please
[chorus]
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu di-meh - mec chill
- lirik lagu duke deuce - standby*
- lirik lagu mai kuraki - 渡月橋 ~君 想ふ~ (togetsukyō ~kimi omou~)
- lirik lagu nicky davey - been lovin' you
- lirik lagu mrs. v.k - take me as i'm
- lirik lagu king of the dot - iron solomon vs daylyt
- lirik lagu seth marcel - hardcore
- lirik lagu bruno major - old fashioned (live)
- lirik lagu david hall - time out
- lirik lagu squadra - c'est bon