Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Times, artist - Asher Roth. Album song Pabst & Jazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Retrohash
Song language: English
Hard Times |
My mother told me never to tell, a dirty old lie |
My mother told me never to sell, and just to get by |
It’s been a long damn summer |
And I’ve been working by the furnace, fire burning |
An inferno with a purpose, feeling like I don’t deserve this |
Like I’ve been cursed, I don’t need your sympathy |
Although I know you know it hurts — it ain’t perfect |
Life’s not no nursery rhyme |
It’s as much of a blur as it is our whole lifetime |
And that’s fine, I’m a ride with it, take my time with it |
Never underestimate the power of the blindness |
Yes, your highness. |
Follow your instincts |
Fingerprints ain’t always gonna match the logistics |
Little bit different, it isn’t yet typical |
Won’t always do to others what you wish was reciprocal |
My brothers and sisters all the way out there in Liverpool |
I feel you a hundred numbers |
Don’t ever fall in love, cum in somebody’s number two |
You may call it dumb but true |
You know that we’re coming for you: mama said |
Lord knows I take my secrets to the grave |
Til I’m in a crown, I’m on my own two |
Coming straight from a chunk of cave money |
King Kong crew. |
Swimmin in the river with a stone shoe |
But I be in that bitch still kicking, I’ll teach you kung-fu |
Show and prove, the whole team be on the same page |
Niggas telling me I’m their idol and we the same age |
While back, it wasn’t nothing in my mind but stay in place |
Now picking bitches, calling options like I’m sayin plays |
Take a picture mayne, I’m on some magazine spread shit |
Hold the mic tight, I got that rigamortis you dead quick |
Got some good brain on the road, I’d say head trip |
Fuck her face and bust on her mouth: call her lead lip |
I’m the baker, I make the bread flip |
Niggas be wyling but you could talk like it’s crackin |
To get your eggs split |
Shells drop and it’s an everyday thang |
It’s a shame, but it’s all a part of the game… |
Young boss, new dreams |
Fresh shoes, new jeans |
Tell me what do you see? |
Why you tryna do me? |
So I had to find out, now you can’t find me |
Remember three years ago? |
Like «why you can’t sign me? |
«Thoughts in my mind, I can do all that times three |
I grew up young’un like «nevermind me» |
4 '93, good time to find where my mind be |
Now I tell time with gold time (peace) |
My mama told me grind… |