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-хопDate 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… |