Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Me |
Yeah, the child in the mirror was homely |
So he learned early on how to switch into low key |
Little person, observant and accurate |
Grew the skills to argue |
And the passion to back it with |
Kick over the blocks just to rebuild em |
Mom and pop used to pop, sound familiar? |
Daddy had to leave, but Mama kept hurtin' |
So he stepped up to help be an anchor and a burden |
And right around the same time |
Started noticin' girls, but they wouldn’t pay him any mind |
And if they ever did, he got nervous |
You should of seen him practice on his hand for his first kiss |
Even though he was too young to hunt and gather |
Hungry puppy had to learn how to front and swagger |
It didn’t matter, it was all self-esteem |
At sixteen, you only needed one on your team |
And mom and dad was never getting back together |
So he was on some baby, «We gonna make it last forever» |
Basically married right out of high school |
Five years of gettin' high and fightin' at a drive-thru |
When he hit twenty-one, they made a son |
But on his twenty-second birthday, the relationship was done |
Now he’s got a best friend instead of a wife |
But he feels like he stole the best years of her life |
After that, it was one codependent to the next |
A lotta love, a lotta hate and a little bit of great sex |
Self-learning in between the self-loathing |
Strangled in a cycle, can’t feel yourself choking |
Some of them would overlap, some of them would double-back |
None of 'em deserved to be exposed to all the trouble that he posed |
Strike one? |
Not even out of fear |
He don’t even do rough sex, you bite him and he’s out of here |
Make no mistake he puts the man in manipulate |
And he’s attracted to the women that reciprocate |
Y’all can kick karma 'til it’s gettin' late |
Until Mama’s little drama is the topic of the big debate |
And now a days the confidence is off the page |
Cause women are attracted to that clown on the stage |
He’s only in town for a handful of hours |
But Rapunzel wanna come down |
And dance in the flowers |
Wanna make her smile? |
Wanna make her laugh? |
Wanna make up for the mistakes in the past? |
Wanna act like he doesn’t know better |
If payback’s a bitch he’ll be in debt forever |
Insecure, impatient |
Temporary gratification, self-validation |
That’s what its made of it’s all true |
And it’s the only reason that he’s even talkin' to you |
Who? |
You can try to fix my broken wings |
You can know all the words to the songs I sing |
But you don’t need to know what’s wrong with me |
Unless you think you gonna come home with me |
You can try to fix my broken wings |
You can know all the words to the songs I sing |
But you don’t need to know what’s wrong with me |
Unless you think you gonna come home with me |
(Come here) |
You can try to fix my broken wings |
You can know all the words to the songs I sing |
But you don’t need to know what’s wrong with me |
Unless you think you gonna come home with me |