Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torn, artist - Big Scoob. Album song No Filter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.09.2011
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Torn |
| I’mma try to spill my thoughts on this blank sheet of paper |
| Deep drinkin as I’m thinking straight whiskey no chaser |
| My head hangs low and my heart weighs heavy |
| I’m lost with no direction and I’m tryna hold steady |
| Supposed to be the big homie, 'posed to have the answers |
| But it’s my turn to be concerned I’m running out of chances |
| Scared of my future and the vision that it holds |
| Try to run from destiny but this is what I’m owed |
| At the prison foul living, I’m a straight up hood n***a |
| So it’s written, I’m submitting, but I’m still a good n***a |
| But I gotta feed the fam and I gotta be a man |
| This rap s**t ain’t working so it’s time to switch the plan |
| So it’s back to what I’m good at, push a man push a pie |
| Hit the road, bring it by, get to dumping wing pies |
| Get them fluffy green sacks, bring the whole team by |
| I miss it and mean that, get me where the greens at |
| I can spend but I’m drowning, ain’t no way around it, I’m stressing and I’m |
| losing my mind |
| If this is all that’s meant for me, then really am I wasting my time |
| Heading for them gutters, backed it up in butter, I’m a beast with the hella of |
| a grind |
| Give me death or prison, if that’s a n***a sentence, at least let me die with |
| my pride |
| Strange fans’ll probably hear this song and not really get it, or not really |
| feel it, or not really dig it, then that’s cool, I’m just writing this trying |
| to free my mind, of these thoughts that’s inside of me in this place and time |
| Plus y’all probably thinking that I’m leaving out my dreams, just remember, |
| everything ain’t always what it seems |
| Can’t believe what you hear and only half of what you see, so listen to my |
| lyrics, the message is the clearest |
| I’m at a crossroads tryna chose which way to go |
| Road 1 is my destiny, the price is my soul |
| Road 2 is what’s best for me, but is there room to grow? |
| I don’t really know but it’s time to choose a road |
| Let go and let God is what the big homie tell me, but God ain’t gotta pay these |
| bills on time, n***a feel me? |
| Stressed out, fighting gout, gripping on my bottle |
| Strong enough to smack a barrel, scared of tomorrow |