Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Penthouse, artist - Bas. Date of issue: 15.01.2016
Song language: English
Penthouse |
| I can’t see love |
| I can’t see love lately |
| I can’t see love |
| I can’t see love lately |
| I can’t see love |
| I can’t see love lately |
| I can’t see love |
| I can’t see love lately |
| Lately I got this feeling |
| My niggas is meant to get it |
| It’s written up in the stars |
| Made it from slimmer odds when only God was with us |
| Fuck it nigga we did it, been picking the game apart |
| My response for critics is spitting it from the heart |
| Ain’t no frontin' involved |
| They feel it, I’m 'bout to make niggas fold |
| Something in the water got me floating like the work across the border |
| Girl I wonder how we making it home? |
| I’m no angel, I got an angle |
| Back to the crib, bitch I’m tryna get you naked and bone |
| She’s no angel, but with the blow she’s a snow angel |
| The dangers of taking her home |
| She said, «You caught my eye and my ears |
| You speak sincere, write precise |
| Cross your t’s and dot your i’s |
| See my fears and read my mind |
| If lawyers steal and doctors lie |
| What’s really left for you and I? |
| (What's really left for you and I?)» |
| Trust, shit I don’t know too much about it |
| We can take this leap of faith |
| But I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no |
| I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no |
| Girl I don’t wanna feel the bottom |
| I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no |
| Girl I don’t wanna feel the bottom |
| And I just called up my mama, she missing her son |
| I’ve been pulling all-nighters and missing the sun |
| I heard it gets addicted to some |
| The bigger the light, the quicker they come |
| They exit your life, just as quick as they come |
| I’m numb to it like a brick to the gums |
| I get to it, just as quick as it comes |
| As quick as it comes now |
| I wish niggas wasn’t so addicted to power |
| I wish heaven had visiting hours |
| I wish we could hit the Ave like we used to |
| Dime, nickel, 20 bag like we used to |
| Ride with my dawgs, moving cross the States |
| Die by my word, that’s an author’s fate |
| So how your shoulders holding up fine, great? |
| I got the weight of the world on mine, I’m straight |
| Now pay your dues til your dues paid |
| Play your role til your role change, nigga rotate |
| 'Rari or Jaguar, switching forth lanes |
| Call me for NASCAR, Bassy a track star |
| Gassin' the track like I’m running propane |
| Lapping these niggas and jealousy’s a bitch |
| Made it out the city, look around |
| I brought all my niggas with me |
| And I gotta thank God for the felonies we missed |
| Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too |
| They say anything possible |
| My squad like apostles, believe in me |
| Don’t know how to quit, that’s a fiend to me |
| Yeah, my niggas flood proof |
| Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too |
| Gotta deal with slugs who |
| Lay six feet, try to get above you |
| My niggas flood proof |
| Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too |
| Gotta deal with slugs who |
| Lay six feet, try to get above you |
| They love you |
| And hug you, they sing your praises |
| They wear their faces backwards |
| Still I see 'em acting |
| Just the walking reenactment |
| Ain’t nothin' real about 'em |
| Niggas talk about us |
| Spill they’re heart up out us |
| They spill they’re hearts |
| But what’s her name again? |
| We talking 'bout lames again |
| Won’t pretend I’m entertained |
| I’m staying sane |
| I’m going through the changes |
| I’m still the same |
| Everybody feel you, don’t feel your pain |
| Go on, go on, still I, hold on to you |
| Go on, go on, still I, hold on |
| Cause I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no |
| I don’t wanna feel the bottom |
| Said I don’t wanna feel the bottom, no |
| I don’t wanna feel the bottom |
| I can’t see love |
| I can’t see love lately |