Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hyssop of Love, artist - BADBADNOTGOOD. Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Song language: English
Hyssop of Love |
| Wolves in disguise |
| How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes? |
| Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised |
| They ain’t never loved me, it’s bullshit and lies |
| Won’t you recognize |
| All the real gold gets stole by design |
| That shit in your mind |
| Off a nigga head for these nickels and these dimes |
| Niggas ticking with the times |
| Getting crippled up by the crimes |
| Niggas say he over weight |
| I heard your plug was dry |
| I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need |
| I might be your guy |
| No this ain’t no weed, different type of high |
| Got it for the free |
| Never needed no dollars to prove worth |
| Or a slap in the face, before I could move first |
| On a nigga these days you lose worse when you slipping |
| We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love |
| These niggas talk bread, but they missing the blood |
| Like they crippin' much like Krillin how they disk could destruct |
| Rebuild in the ashes, cashes |
| With the training underwater with the passion, traction |
| Started gaining some muscle |
| Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows |
| Wasn’t moving no Os |
| But it’s a symbol of hustle |
| Spreading love is an intricate puzzle |
| And hate’ll have you strung out and addicted to struggle |
| I’m on this love as of late |
| Smoking bud |
| Praying to the one above |
| I been thinking 'bout his love as of late |
| Like a drug, you won’t ever get enough |
| I’ve been feeling like the plug as of late |
| And I ain’t saying it’s the same kind of high |
| If you trying to feel good |
| And you looking for a pusher that’ll push |
| That feeling then I’m that guy |
| I heard your plug was dry |
| I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need |
| I might be your guy |
| No this ain’t no weed, different type of high |
| And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV |
| Sade coming out my mama speaker box |
| I know she see me vibin' |
| We would speak about the way |
| The world would try to keep me silent |
| Keep me vibing |
| Claim to keep the peace |
| And then assassinate the peace makers |
| We puff peace pipes |
| And anticipate |
| No you can’t get security blankets where we from |
| Niggas have tasted money pussy and prison |
| But never had freedom a day in his life |
| I think that I remember |
| Probably tastes like kindred |
| If it’s sweet I’m in my stride |
| It’s mid December in these fucking walking boots |
| In a, John Hancock |
| Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral |
| But we in a different longitude |
| So we never arrive at the same point |
| Trees stay in the truth |
| So I ain’t never smoked the same joint twice |
| I’m on this love as of late |
| Smoking bud |
| Praying to the one above |
| I been thinking 'bout this love as of late |
| Like a drug, you won’t ever get enough |
| I’ve been feeling like a plug as of late |
| And I ain’t saying it’s the same kind of high |
| If you trying to feel good |
| And you need a pusher that’ll push |
| That feeling then I’m that guy |