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lirik lagu g. deep – mr. rogers

(intro)
yo wtf dude
pick up your phone
you said you would be ready at 2
that was 2 hours ago bro
where the h~ll you at
man you said you was gonna drop a song last month
you said an album in february its god d~mn november homie
i ain’t f~cking with you any more
i’m coming to grab you better be ready
last time i waited 20 mins almost froze my maf~cking nuts off
hold up the car temp say negative, how the f~ck is it negative
anyways come outside… (beep)

(chorus)
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
share with you something
can i please
share with you something
can i please
share with you something
can i please
share with you somеthing
(skit)
(is it time? its time
its time? its timе dawg)
alright everyone
gather around
let me tell you a story

(bridge)
how can i measure up
pressure, been bubbling up
stuck, same circle again
hoping that i can bust out
and just pretend, i’m
not clouded by so much doubt
i wanted so much more
but i was without buck
i gotta get good with the lord
good with my soul
i think i’ve finally had enough
of never having enough

(verse 1)
born winner
born in the wintertime
i sit reminisce a bout
aimpler times
at first me and all my homies
was huddled around geeking
now it just me and money left over this season
its okay, please pay me no mind
knew i was dope, sell it a dub
sac at a time, back of my mind
thinking if this don’t blow
imma have to resort to some crime
cause momma know i can’t go back to a suit and toe
no more, time wasted away
driven through pothole, wiggle up out this maze
never kept ten toes, stuck to the pave~
ment always meant what i say
f~ck if its getting old
always speaking up outta line
degree in my pocket
but it ain’t panning
the way i planed in junior high

i thought if i talk it, and walk it
my dreams would then rocket
my future was bright
but i guess i fell outta socket
my mind sparked ike
match sticks to matchbox
trying to duck pops
been on my case like he matlock
always grilling me on
what’s really important
but me and the homies been
hot boxing like geogre forman
searching for punchlines
scheming on sandy shores
searching for a mecca
like my last name was okafor
but of course, our dreams, just seem to disappoint
always arguing back and forth
like we was passing a joint
they after the rolls royce
i’m chasing the james joyce
won’t stop till i’m writing the plot
i use my voice to fill all my voids
took a swing but didn’t feel up to par
still infatuated with this art
form torn studying the poignant
lines of descartes, more or less
just an older 2pac shakur
in the end, i too found that
words have an allure
i loved jazz like utah
i guess i too that is was born
with this gift of gib
wish i had a mentor
now i’m feeling defeated
getting weeded
atlas i needed a spark
so i kept a lil
stash like my name was el dibarge
but of course now its hard to refrain
showing restraint, conceited replies
been finding a way its hard to contain
reveal all my pain, been waiting on
gods grace, to just take me away
i was just a teen
make oaths to my team
oshkosh, polo socks
white tees and dungarees
voice dropping like autumn leaves
nba was my lane
was hoping to make the league
waiting on growth spurts that never came
3 summer went by, not a inch to my frame
all the while i wanted to be you at seventeen
going to all the parties, hollering at the shorty’s
ball player recognize cause he 6 foot 3
or 4 depending on the summer on he would grow
a couple inches, i was inching a lil
close behind, attracted, distracted
by the desire to boast, and brag
to skip class and pass purple
with the homies huddled together
our version of a lit circle
some memories would never last
saw you get drunk and high
said i never do that
couple years went by
who know i would dabble in that
guess i too was destined for bad
habits knew these average
tendencies was holding me back
living my life in vane
the answer to every questions i had
was almost always in plane
sight might rearrange things
might give you perspective
had to change my flight
headed in a different direction
hoping to pickup, where i left off
hold up, let me tell you story before i’m gone

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