Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Inspired , by - B. Dolan. Song from the album Kill the Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Stay Inspired |
| They say what do ya think, B? |
| I said I don’t think |
| Call me when these young bucks |
| Old enough to drink |
| Balanced over the sink |
| Is how sick I am |
| Trying to keep my little cousins |
| Off Instagram |
| I’m trying to keep these little toys |
| Out my nephew’s mouth |
| He tried to play with my mic |
| I told him «Go sit down» |
| Cause I’m a shitty babysitter |
| Quick to fuck you & your kid up |
| I’ll slap him on the back |
| And give him whiskey till he hiccup |
| Oh |
| I know you think |
| I’d probably make a good dad |
| But the beard got you tripping |
| You don’t know me like that |
| I’m a bully |
| Ball buster |
| Fully grumpy |
| Cock sucker |
| Plus the prettiest narcissist |
| I got it from my mother |
| Perfect working example |
| Of your worst case scenario |
| This is my movie |
| You’re working to earn a cameo! |
| GoPro shaky hand |
| Panorama scope one man distribution |
| Jam it down your throat |
| Cause I’m a vehicle |
| No I’m a virus |
| No I’m a god damn |
| Monster of science |
| I’m on Facebook |
| I’m on fire |
| I try to do what I can |
| To stay inspired |
| So bury me at thirty-five thousand feet |
| I may be going down |
| But at least I’ll be upright in my seat! |
| These flashy pre-pubescents |
| With medallions in their necklace |
| I see them with their baggage |
| And their entourage at check-in |
| Bin-odd is my body guard |
| I’m laughing as I step in |
| I hope he’s going far |
| He certainly travels heavy |
| And privately |
| I bet he sweat the taxes and fees |
| You think you’re ballin' |
| But your breakfast |
| That’s your ass in the breeze |
| I’m absolutely fucking fabulous at |
| Smashing MCs |
| I’m on my Qs and my Ps |
| My penis free of disease |
| I’m in my Jesus year, Judas |
| Living crucifix-free |
| So you can hang out if you want |
| But don’t do it for me |
| Cause I’m a heathen |
| No I’m a tyrant |
| No I’m a pea-shooter |
| Aimed at Goliath |
| I check engines |
| I change tires |
| I try to do what I can |
| To stay inspired |
| We was down in North Carolina |
| Round this time last year |
| On a hardcore lineup |
| With Circle Takes the Square |
| The first time it happened |
| Was with Scroobius Pip |
| The PA blew a fuse |
| As soon as my bass hit |
| I’m facing a big room |
| Full of impatient kids |
| Unaided by the amps or the mic or the rig |
| Lot of your favorite rappers |
| Would have cancelled the gig |
| Held it down both times |
| Acapella, like «fuck this shit! |
| If they can’t give me a stage |
| I’m getting up on a chair!» |
| That’s all you |
| Really need to know about |
| My fucking career |
| The care less half listener class |
| Write it and read it |
| As fact |
| Either you keep |
| Or you trash, Ether |
| I’m breathing on tracks |
| We don’t retreat |
| Or look back |
| Sleep on my region |
| Dismiss a legion |
| I eat with the pack! |
| Clear the way, free up the pass |
| Before I put cleats |
| In your back |
| Creep with the beetles and rats |
| Roaches and creatures that last |
| Evil Kenevil of rap |
| Power to Buddy P |
| I holler «Peace» |
| And I leave them with that! |