Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chill, artist - Alex Wiley. Album song Tangerine Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Alex Wiley
Song language: English
Chill |
| Don’t believe in the system of time |
| Always ahead, I’m never behind |
| With these elegant lines, I bless the minds |
| And bless all of mine |
| I search for what I never can find |
| Out of the box, Never confined |
| As the best die or resign |
| This spot I’ll take, The top is mine |
| They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold |
| Telling me things that I already know |
| Saying that liquor is bad for my soul |
| They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold |
| Telling me things that I already know |
| Saying that weed is bad for my soul |
| They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold |
| Looking so young but feeling so old |
| Liquor and weed smoke all on my clothes |
| Fuck I hope my momma don’t know |
| Cause then that’s when all the drama going to go |
| Crazy, Coocoo, so bananas |
| I’m just an artist painting art |
| Can’t you see my canvas |
| Take a look at me |
| Better yet, go on take a picture |
| Fuck the bitches, Fuck the money |
| Cause when your gone, You can’t take it with you |
| I’ve been reading scriptures |
| Paint like a young Bob Ross |
| Everything I touch turn into gold |
| Music is medicine for your soul |
| Take another teaspoon |
| Nigga don’t be rude, I’m only helping you |
| Cause what they show for you, is bad for your health |
| Meditation for spiritual wealth |
| Damn, I’m just trying to get rich |
| Well shit, ain’t we all |
| They murdering |
| Not only in Ferguson, all over the globe |
| Niggas kill niggas with weapons and over the stove |
| I’m tired of killing my own |
| They tell me to chill |
| But I cannot do it, when you smarter than them |
| It’s hard to play stupid |
| I refuse to play stupid |
| Niggas start revolutions |
| Get up and fight |
| Nigga fight for your rights |
| Nigga fight for what’s right |
| Kill off the hate, What else can I say |
| I’m the son of the great |
| All of it’s great |
| What the fuck is this race |
| That we all running |
| Swear to Allah |
| That it’s all or nothing |
| I’m just being real |
| How you feel |
| Tell them that the A/C broke |
| Every time a nigga joke |
| Telling me to chill |
| When I ride with my squad (x7) |
| No fucking thing |
| Nothing turns to (?) |
| Riding in my zone |
| Ducking, dodging the apocalypse |
| Riding in my own |
| Finding what this world has got for me |
| Divide us into zones and complain about dichotomy |
| But I’m going to let the music come first |
| I’m going to let your feeling die down for awhile |
| And I’m going to hit you up and converse |
| About all the crazy times we had when I was a child |
| Now I’m going to have to carry this weight |
| I’m going to have to carry this burden alone now |
| I know I done made some mistakes |
| But I stay committed to the path |
| And it’s too late to turn around |
| Say what (x6) |