Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BRB, artist - Add-2
Date of issue: 03.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BRB |
Say when you comin' back? |
I dunno |
Chillin' by my uncle’s side sittin' in his ride |
Reminiscin' on my innocence, a nigga like nine |
Livin' in the city where the skinny niggas die |
Livin' in the Chi, hell, plenty niggas die |
Rollin' through the projects, walkin' in the complex |
What a concept, somethin' simple could be complex |
So you better watch like a Timex cause |
Niggas clear the room ain’t a bomb threat |
Niggas starin' at me now the low ends start to riot |
Why’s that? |
Uncle upstairs getting' high |
Shhh, don’t tell nobody |
Feelin' paranoid I’m jumpin' every time I hear the voices |
Of a couple boys I’m lookin' for the keys |
Now I remember that he told me if I ever need a pistol |
That the heat fully loaded sittin' underneath the seat, but |
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
When you comin' back, back? |
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
(I dunno, I dunno) |
When you comin' back, back, back, back, back, back, back? |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Right about my wrong ways, hope I’m late to an early grave |
Had to learn to hop fences, ‘case we gotta hop the pearly gate |
See the rain that we came through, see the changes would change you |
Say the devil is a lie, but even Satan was an angel |
It’s how our mama see us, but if mama seen us |
Probly go into shock, she probly won’t believe it |
That her son is a follower, thought she had a leader |
We drinkin' liters of liquor until our liver leave us |
Skippin' courses, niggas cut class, now we chillin' on the porches |
Off the hook like a cordless, courtin' all these hoes |
all these girls an abortion, it’s fucked up |
Might turn all this heaven from a hell, never see how far you fell |
Til the shit catch up now you niggas messed up |
And you talkin' to your homie in a jail like |
Nigga where you at, at, at, at? |
When you comin' back, back? |
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
(I dunno, I dunno) |
When you comin' back, back, back, back, back, back, back? |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Run away nigga, run away, leave while you can |
Understand the longer you stand here the more your feet sink in the sand |
Man it’s this state of mind and this state of mine |
Is so plagued with crime, they traced the line on this face of mine |
What they designed is no faith to find, some chase the sign |
My god got me sayin' en garde to all these |
Devils tryna haunt me, dearly depart me |
But they can’t, I paint art, partly Bob Ross meets |
Marcus Garvey, I ain’t a saint, so great |
They made a man a monster, there ain’t a cage in it |
You can bet the house nigga, ain’t a slave in it |
I don’t fear fire cause a nigga bathed in it |
I ain’t fear hell nigga, I was raised in it |
It be like that, yea it be like that |
I got on a plane and said I’ll be right back |
Try to leave the city where the troubles is at |
I know that like the blind man, I know the colour of black |
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
When you comin' back, back? |
Tell me where you at, at, at, at? |
(I dunno, I dunno) |
When you comin' back, back, back, back, back, back, back? |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |
Yo I’ll be right back, yo I’ll be right back |