Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thinking out Loud, artist - A2. Date of issue: 24.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thinking out Loud |
| Man I can’t describe this feeling |
| My eyes can’t identify this being |
| They say seeing is believing |
| If you’ve seen me then you’d believe |
| That I’m a genius, word |
| Pour emotion in verses, its how I cope |
| I guess I was chosen at birth |
| And they don’t understand what I mean though |
| I feel like Al Pacino, I’m here in my colourful shirt |
| They’re saying «damn he’s got an ego» |
| Temper short like Danny DeVito |
| Tryna change my ways like Carlito |
| Knocking at the door, the Devil’s eye at the peep hole |
| These friends in disguise, I really see foes |
| Been burnt and I ain’t tryna see more Fire |
| I ain’t Lethal |
| Sent me down under like I’m Aussie |
| Think I should leave that like I’m Niko |
| As my heart beats faster |
| Days get darker |
| Older brother’s asking when I’m taking my Shahadah |
| Mummy is a Christian and daddy’s more like a Rasta |
| But she can’t see my vision |
| Thinks I need to see the pastor |
| Says my sins ain’t been forgiven |
| Pray I don’t meet up with Karma |
| I say Mummy, please don’t worry, I think God just gave armour |
| I thank God I’m not in prison, praises that I’m not like my father |
| Then she joins her hands, and says Amen |
| While I crack up with laughter (AHH) |
| You know, I don’t really care |
| Because there’s air up in my lungs |
| Money in my pocket |
| I care about my funds |
| And to the Queen, I made a promise |
| That we’d always get each other |
| Nothing comes between us |
| My girl might know I’m cheating |
| But she ain’t never see us |
| I’m all about my lizzy |
| That’s ever since my teens |
| Cos she gave me the greatest head that I’ve ever received |
| Man I can’t describe that feeling |
| I really can’t, but it’s Heaven |
| You know that, 'Bring 5 bills in case' |
| Hermes belt up on his waist, 23's, he’s size 11 |
| Up in Harrods with them Arabs |
| Looking to buy some carats |
| But they ain’t fond of salad |
| Yeah, that high life kind of feeling |
| Around no life human being |
| My mojo’s like Austin Powers |
| Feeling better than my last tape |
| Yeah I’m feeling like the past Drake |
| And little bit of young Biggie |
| And Kanye during the Heartbreak |
| Most had dreams, but some have sold 'em |
| I dreamt I was puffing while getting chauffeured |
| Tell paparazzi get my good side |
| Cos they don’t wanna see my bad side soldiers |
| So as my heart beats slower, days get colder |
| Family members asking if a deal is any closer |
| But I’m just keeping focused |
| If they sign me that’s a bonus |
| On the road to success with hitch-hikers, fakes and cobras |
| And I don’t need the stress |
| Please do not try and stop my motion |
| You should let me think out loud |
| Keep your eyes closed and your mind open |
| I paint pictures with my words |
| I’m like Van Gogh vs. Beethoven |
| Put my hands on the piano |
| And it sounds like God has spoken (AHH) |
| Just let the piano play |
| I’m feeling like Frank Sinatra or something haha |
| Hennessy Thoughts, is when the Hennessy talks |
| You know how it is… |