Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Willie Bosket, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Race Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Willie Bosket |
Sometime i feel like im somebody else |
Emotions running having conversations with myself |
They say he present but nobody’s home |
Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown |
Shackled to a future via padded room |
Me and my attitude |
Me and my attitude |
Underpriveleged overmedicated |
Short attention court decisions left em vegetative |
(Look how they do me) |
In case i might not make it |
These feelings Complicated |
Actions without explanation |
Why they build me up to break me down |
Really I just wanna make my family proud |
What i gotta do to make em understand |
I need ur prayers but maybe i should give this shrink a chance |
Transferred outta school new alternatives |
Teacher scared to death Nobody learning shit |
What security? |
Still sneaking blades and burners in |
Disturbed but we just need a proper turn to vent |
What i do to deserve this type of hurt im in |
Point the gun at myself I bet they hear me then |
No not again promise me youll make it right |
Where i done been you check ya soul to Pay the price |
Sometime i feel like im somebody else |
Emotions running having conversations with myself |
They say he present but nobody’s home |
Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown |
Shackled to a future via padded room |
Me and my attitude |
Me and my attitude |
(Woods) |
Early |
Crack of dawn |
Dirty |
Crack stem palmed |
Herky-jerky |
If it’s the bomb? |
Feets is working |
Jitterbug, Lindy Hop |
The Roger Rabbit |
Cut a rug/the room is padded |
Mumble to hisself can’t tell him nothing |
And the shit he say? |
You hope he bluffing |
Seen him round the way/niggas you never seen before |
Oh word? |
Seen him smoking/what it is you ain’t sure |
Oh word? |
Ashamed to say it but every night you lock your door |
Witching Hour/Son appears just like a ghost |
You call the cops, they come in pulling fucking toast |
Take him to the hospital, docs just let him go |
Going gone off that water, water, we call it boat |
Still going strong off some wet he smoked a week ago |
Every day is fourth-and-long |
What a Niggy Know? |
Every day is drama, mr. |
zone 6 |
Credit the embalmer, zone blitz |
Got him zoned out on the couch |
You’re living in a crypt |
Sometime i feel like im somebody else |
Emotions running having conversations with myself |
They say he present but nobody’s home |
Look at this lil muthafucka acting like he grown |
Shackled to a future via padded room |
Me and my attitude |
Me and my attitude |