Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lets Celebrate, artist - Awon. Date of issue: 30.01.2020
Song language: English
Lets Celebrate |
| Hook: Awon |
| It’s time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us |
| Let’s elevate those who educate us |
| Let’s get up on these elevators and escalators |
| And chase more time and less paper |
| Verse 1: Awon |
| This is a lyrical exercise, microphones terrorize |
| Proof of The Other Guys, cuz rap niggas cover lies |
| There’s nothing I despise more then a fake punk faking the funk |
| Spewing false information to fill the cages with us |
| It’s a cycle that is never ending |
| I understand being bullshit are just pretending |
| Nobody’s winning but executives and judges, filling quotas on thuggin |
| The community stands by and does nothin |
| For all the bricks and connects with the Spanish names |
| And kingpins in the game, celebrated by fame |
| And all the rappers that are murderers the simple healers are never iller than |
| the truth |
| The fact is, you all prostitutes |
| For a pimp in a suit, who has never gave a hoot |
| About the melanated youth, filling all those jumpsuits |
| So body bags and nurses, mind poisons with verses |
| Are poems from force God |
| That’s why I go hard |
| Hook: Awon |
| It’s time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us |
| Let’s elevate those who educate us |
| Let’s get up on these elevators and escalators |
| And chase more time and less paper |
| Verse 2: Awon |
| In my eyes we are all major |
| Even if I don’t gravitate toward your flavor |
| I’d rather see all you win in your demise, I’m not designed to be a hater |
| I was told that it gets greater later |
| I sing with an essence, like a morsel of joy |
| Like how he’d get so much flavor in the La Croix |
| I can’t imagine someone cradling the head of either one of my boys |
| Because they couldn’t block out the noise |
| A simple device destroy so much young potential |
| I can’t ever really see it as coincidental |
| When you hearing that pain on instrumentals with suicide notes |
| Cries for help but never answer then they die but don’t |
| That’s all she wrote, and the scope of the investigation limited |
| To so and so who leave with the witnesses on the premises |
| Potential limitless, I couldn’t get any clearer |
| It’s not a critique, but a look in the mirror |
| Cuz I ain’t even credible |
| I wrote this in the melancholy funk off a Hennessy and edibles |
| Hook: Awon |
| It’s time to wake up and celebrate those who celebrate us |
| Let’s elevate those who educate us |
| Let’s get up on these elevators and escalators |
| And chase more time and less paper |