Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quasars, artist - Big Scoob. Album song H.O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.11.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Quasars |
| Scoob, I feel what you saying, bro but, man, you always talking about Moon, |
| stars, quasars. |
| I mean, man, you sound like Elroy Jetson or some shit, bro |
| I’m saying though, like, there’s more to me than just gold tooth gangsta shit, |
| you dig? |
| I feel you |
| Like, like I’m on some enlighten the world Like teach these young niggas |
| something, know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
| Let a muthafucka that there’s more to |
| life, man |
| Ain’t nobody teach me shit |
| Sick of the truth, searching for proof |
| Who do I ask? |
| Who’s in the loop? |
| Locked away answers, I need the key |
| It has to be something y’all keeping from me |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dirt |
| Walking this Earth, but what am I worth |
| Breath in this body and blood in these veins |
| The body’s a rental, how long am I staying? |
| Scatter my mental, I’m kinda resentful |
| All of these lies, it could’ve been simple |
| Whatever I make it, acknowledge and growth |
| Out of this matrix, I’m out of this hole |
| Rotting away, it’s eating my soul |
| Hungry for knowledge and eager to grow |
| Truth in the lies and I realize |
| I must go get it if I want to thrive |
| Push it aside, I feel it inside |
| I’m wasting my time if I’m meant to fly |
| But who am I? |
| Help me define |
| The man in the mirror with pain in my eyes |
| Trapped in the struggle and fighting the fire |
| Every desire’s the way that I’m wired |
| Asking for passage, show me the light |
| Chase it, embrace it with all of my might |
| I’m looking at the Moon and stars |
| Amazing how they fill the sky |
| Gazing out the sunroof |
| Tripping off of God’s design |
| I don’t even smoke weed |
| Feel me? |
| I ain’t even high |
| Can’t sleep at night, my brain got me asking questions — why? |
| Where do we come from? |
| Quasars up in my eyes |
| Truth behind God’s design |
| Got me asking questions like |
| Why do what I do when I was raised right? |
| And how I’m watching Pornhub on the late night? |
| Momma praised the Lord, maybe I ain’t pray right |
| I been searching for my soul in the dark, but in the daylight |
| Ain’t supposed to look at niggas like I look at 'em |
| Hold my finger and shook at 'em |
| Cops is popping 'em all through, then bookin' 'em |
| People ain’t seeing no good in 'em |
| In God we trust and He’s in us |
| And ain’t no Heaven above |
| Pray while I’m still breathing that people seeing that the Heaven is love |
| See that’s what I think |
| I don’t sleep at night, I just blink |
| Will I ever get rich off this while I’m just stressing and losing my hair in |
| the sink |
| Our mind is a gold mine that I think we just sitting on |
| On this planet we living on |
| They say for my seed’s speed is too fast for roots to slither on |
| And can’t forget that I was stolen |
| Brought to this land that we living on |
| Why their descendants is loving me? |
| In prison, whatever I’m spitting on |
| Which way do I go? |
| I need to know, Father, before I die |
| Ain’t got no manual to this shit |
| So I’m still asking «Why?» |
| I’m looking at the Moon and stars |
| Amazing how they fill the sky |
| Gazing out the sunroof |
| Tripping off of God’s design |
| I don’t even smoke weed |
| Feel me? |
| I ain’t even high |
| Can’t sleep at night, my brain got me asking questions — why? |
| Where do we come from? |
| Quasars up in my eyes |
| Truth behind God’s design |
| Got me asking questions like |