Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eczema, artist - Black Josh.
Date of issue: 21.08.2014
Song language: English
Eczema |
Sometimes I’m quiet and I don’t speak much |
When I was little my dad used to say speak up |
Mumbling, don’t know how to speak to people |
Feeling odd coming in contact with equals |
Cause' I’ve always been the odd one out |
The only black kid on the playground |
There was always a kid who had something to say about my appearance |
So I Banged Him, Mum taught me from younger, 'bout Malcolm x and Fred Hampton |
Before questions needed answering |
Based on my niggas in the M14, & the motto’s |
Riches, bitches then more weed |
Paranoia thinking it’s publicized to make more fiends |
I’ve seen it kill guys motivation to do more things |
Feel like it kill mine; |
there at myself like why do i still rhyme? |
In a dark place but I’m a star and the world shines |
Just you got the ill vibe |
It’s still time to make it timeless like still time |
In my own world, but this is real life |
But I feel like my heart just left from my chest man I’m stressed |
With an arm full of eczema |
Yo it’s hard cause I can’t start where I left off |
Where did I go wrong? |
don’t wanna start with the next one |
Man I’m fucking stressed with this eczema, stressed with this eczema, |
stressed with this eczema |
Man I’m fucking stressed to make it better, stressed to make it better, |
stressed to make it better… |
I’ve infatuated but never loved |
'till i met this one girl man I didn’t think I could |
We don’t trust eachother and we probably never would |
Both been around cheating and you learn that lesson once |
If you can’t see through it then we’ll blind you with your |
So she’s belling out my phone and she’s pulling up her gums |
Saying that I’m creeping, that I’m fucking with someone |
Cause any enemy can appear as one of your loved ones |
But fuck fake ones and ultimatums |
If I’ve got a choice why do I have to make one? |
Life’s just take one or take none — cut; |
This ain’t a film and heroes die |
R. I .P to my grandad and still got tearful eyes |
Nigga you gonna go deaf tryna hear those lies |
We ain’t blind, just tryna peer through closed eyes |
We ain’t blind, just tryna peer through closed eyes |
But I feel like my heart just left from my chest man I’m stressed |
With an arm full of eczema |
Yo it’s hard cause I can’t start where I left off |
Where did I go wrong? |
don’t wanna start with the next one |
Man I’m fucking stressed with this eczema, stressed with this eczema, |
stressed with this eczema |
Man I’m fucking stressed to make it better, stressed to make it better, |
stressed to make it better… |
But I feel like my heart just left from my chest man I’m stressed |
With an arm full of eczema |
Yo it’s hard cause I can’t start where I left off |
Where did I go wrong? |
don’t wanna start with the next one |
Man I’m fucking stressed with this eczema, stressed with this eczema, |
stressed with this eczema |
Man I’m fucking stressed to make it better, stressed to make it better, |
stressed to make it better… |