Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Backburner , by - Jehry Robinson. Release date: 20.08.2020
Song language: English
Backburner |
| Falling |
| Falling |
| It’s falling into place |
| They try to put me on a backburner |
| Yeah, back in school I was a bad learner |
| Yeah, ‘til they put me in the lab, murdered everything they had |
| Man I’m way to assertive with all the wording on this pad |
| They can never deter me, just have me swerving off the path |
| Never occurred to nobody I was in the bad way |
| Staring at a gun with a blunt in the ash tray |
| Put it to my head, swear to God that this my last day |
| Can’t pray, I feel like God is mad |
| I just saw my Aunt, had to tell me that my cousin noddin' out again |
| How many times we gon' do this, man? |
| It’s out of hand |
| I got a better plan, no one try’na listen |
| Take depression and divide it by persistence |
| Took my vision and I made a fucking business |
| It’s on me since beginning, I was built to go the distance |
| So insistent on providing my assistance |
| Bitch I’m different than these motherfuckers |
| Then I hit ‘em with some uppercuts |
| Never giving love, I’m just try’na give it back though |
| Backstage on the bus feeling mad low |
| Way late, I can’t even pay the landlord |
| Whole life ain’t shit, I been mad poor |
| Lately I been round the world, every airport |
| Fuck a sad story, I’ma skip the bad parts |
| 2020 in the vision, we gon' blast off |
| Who am I? |
| I live with my head under a gun |
| Keep my head down and try to hustle |
| Get scared but I never run |
| Fuck the suicide |
| Said you gon' have to kill me when I’m done |
| And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve won |
| (Go, go, go, go!) |
| Who am I? |
| I live with my head under a gun |
| Keep my head down and try to hustle |
| Get scared but I never run |
| Fuck the suicide |
| I’m falling |
| I’m falling into place |
| See the older I grow they get more on my dick |
| Holding that shit like I’m taking a piss |
| It’s moments like this that make us who we is |
| Try’na make a better life for our kids |
| Forgive me for flashing this thing on my wrist |
| It feels so good when you came up with shit |
| My mother and father thought I was a dick |
| Cause I had no car and no place I could live |
| But now I been chilling just repping my team |
| My efforts allowed me a second to breath |
| You don’t know my story, you don’t know my life |
| You don’t know what it’s like to go to the bank |
| And not have a dollar for all of these hours |
| So now that I got ‘em I’m calling them out |
| And I’m letting them know that we’re here |
| Excuse me sir, you’re in my chair |
| I’m head of the table, butter my bagel |
| Cinnamon Raisin and I drink Hazel- |
| Nut coffee, don’t fuck up my order or |
| You’re fired, you’re fired |
| Said riding around, they know me in the hood |
| Cause I know I’ve done everything I could |
| That’s why my whole team, we all eating good |
| I am the focus of what we all could |
| Become if we unite together as one |
| Don’t think that my work will ever be done |
| Someone will have to come sever my tongue |
| Cause every morning I’m up with the sun |
| Been sharpening blades, I been loading my gun |
| Waiting for someone to say something dumb |
| Who am I? |
| I live with my head under a gun |
| Keep my head down and try to hustle |
| Get scared but I never run |
| Fuck the suicide |
| Said you gon' have to kill me when I’m done |
| And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done |
| (Go, go, go, go!) |
| Who am I? |
| I live with my head under a gun |
| Keep my head down and try to hustle |
| Get scared but I never run |
| Fuck the suicide |
| I’m falling |
| I’m falling into place |
| Wait hold up, stop the show |
| I’m not high, but I’m not so low |
| I’m not defined by the things I know |
| It’s just too close, man, I can’t let go |
| Yeah, drift away with me now |
| Sit back with an eighth of some loud |
| Wish I could be who I say to the crowd |
| I’m a superhero now, I need a cape and a crown |
| I’m an ape, made a sound in the middle of New York |
| Took around the nation, got a little bit of love |
| No filter, yeah, I’m bitter with the plug |
| Too busy judging to consider what it was |
| Steady hating like they did it out of love |
| Trav came and pulled a motherfucker out the mud |
| I had a little bit of fight left, a little bit of buzz |
| Just a little bit of life left, whole lot of blood |
| Now I’m boutta make a milli off t-shirts |
| Was up late doing my research |
| Had to swan dive in this bitch feet first |
| No high fives, running until my feet hurt |
| I tell you one thing, we ain’t getting weaker |
| Whole team taken care of over features |
| I ain’t gotta break the bank just so I can eat bro |
| Little bit of weed and my mama living decent |
| (Peace fam) |
| Who am I? |
| I live with my head under a gun |
| Keep my head down and try to hustle |
| Get scared but I never run |
| Fuck the suicide |
| Said you gon' have to kill me when I’m done |
| And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done |
| (Go, go, go, go!) |
| Who am I? |
| I live with my head under a gun |
| Keep my head down and try to hustle |
| Get scared but I never run |
| Fuck the suicide |
| I’m falling |
| I’m falling into place |