Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Complain, artist - Aceyalone. Album song Accepted Eclectic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: That Kind of
Song language: English
I Can't Complain |
No worries |
Easy |
(What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(I see you troopin through the streets tryin to dodge the rain) |
But I’m heatly, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(Momentum is gained, it intensifies the pain) |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(As long as you get to break those chains) |
Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
How does it feel to be truly understood? |
Well, good |
It’s nice to know you’re doin all you should |
Bein all that you can be despite your circumstances |
Just buckle up and take the world head on and make advances |
But don’t take chances, we both know the world is scandalous |
The criminals are everywhere from the south of France to Kansas |
He dances with wolves, he hypnotizes snakes |
And him, he wrestles alligators in the lake |
I’ll do all I can but I’m just one man |
With the microphone in hand |
And you know what happens after that |
Sometimes I flow with it, sometimes I go against the grain |
But I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(It's war on the streets, I can see the bloodstains) |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(I heard somebody likes to mention your name) |
Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(They wet behind the ears and got water on the brain) |
Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
The tenacity for my capacity is beyond my control |
For it is the truth that i must uphold |
Intake and download and told from the soul |
Wherever I go the truth goes and it grows |
When evil rears its ugly head it shows |
Way beyond your hairstyles and your clothes |
Mark my word, God’s temper won’t be disturbed |
The good is much more preferred and deserved |
I overheard a jaybird singin the words |
To the greatest song written, the fruit is forbidden |
I’m only one man and I’ll do all I can |
With the microphone in hand |
And you know what happens after that |
(What's up Aceyalone?) Aw, same old same |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(See you troopin through the streets tryin to dodge the rain) |
But I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(Momentum is gained it, intensifies the pain) |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(As long as you get to break those chains) |
Yeah, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(What you gon' do? |
Where you gon' run? |
And who you gon' run to?) (*4X*) |
I’m nearly fit as a fiddle |
Except for a little |
Limp in my walk and my talk |
The hemp from the stalk |
Is the only medicine for my rheumatism |
It helps open up the doors to my mental prism |
Racism, industrialism |
Capitalism, uncivilized socialism |
Computerized, televised, contrived |
Microorganism, microchip, microincision |
Good machines, bad machines |
Factory rejects and recalls, incorporation schemes |
I’m only one man and I’ll do all I can |
With the microphone in hand |
And you know what happens after that |
(What's up Ace One?) Aw, same old same |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(It's war on the streets, I can see the bloodstains) |
Well, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(I heard somebody likes to mention your name) |
Well, I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |
(They wet behind the ears and got water on the brain) |
I’m healthy, I’m alive, I can’t complain |