Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Apologies, artist - August Greene. Album song August Greene, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Song language: English
No Apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Government tried to swallow me, wish we had our own colony |
Black space odyssey, we land on property |
I’m an anomaly to the economy, get dollars, we chase policy |
, watch Amélie, unapologetic, no stopping me philosophy |
A man, I wasn’t told how to be, in some ways, hip-hop fathered me |
Pops said anything is possibly, «Inshallah,» that’s the Islam in me |
Pardon me, my artery is martyry, go hard to free those in poverty |
Peace is a part of me, revolved in me, involved in me, I’m God to be |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Meta-, meta-, metaphysical, reppin' is a ritual |
School days, I’m the principal, still wannabes and jiggaboos |
Light-skin, field nigga dues, don’t question me, no interviews |
It’s gonna take a miracle to change the block and that’s spiritual |
Tactics for black kids, it’s mind over matter, where blacks is |
It’s captive where the trap is, the ghetto is radioactive |
The struggle’s attractive, made moves and backslid |
So I could back, give, back to Jackson |
See blacks were, blacks in fashion, in fact the |
Now it was style, it was loud, it was proud |
Endowed by the clout of the people’s profile |
Reach out, speak now, we down, feet down on the ground where it’s cold |
Facetime, bass lines, grace fines, great minds intertwined on the road |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |
Follow, follow, follow, follow me |
I be living out a prophecy, ayy |
Living, no apologies, living, no apologies |