Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conception, artist - Black Thought. Album song Streams of Thought Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Human Re Sources, Passyunk
Song language: English
Conception |
Where I go, where I go from here? |
Oh I, no I, could be nowhere |
And trust that all that money’s good for nothin' if you scared |
Singin', yeah, yeah |
Look |
I am no fashion model but |
I got fresh for photographers |
The camo coat had the collar up |
'Cause my emotions was bottled up |
And though the ocean did not erupt |
It turned up till it’s loud enough |
To just make somethin' out of us |
Pass the shadow of a doubt in us |
Godly, geometry and calculus |
That I can move any mountain with |
A nigga gotta be an alchemist |
Tryna create another avenue of revenue |
Or several 'cause I’m in love with havin' you |
Security is just a whole 'nother animal |
I can’t assume Xanadu had a panic room |
I wish the man in the moon had a manual |
And gratitude for the wishes I’ve granted you |
A lifetime, finally I’m understandin' you |
The lifelines that delines in a hand or two |
And how it’s difficult to undo the damage you’ve done |
Once the codes run under scanner too |
So if you capture the flame and it’s painful |
You just charge that to the game |
'Cause it’s shameful to just fall back and complain |
That you fractured the laws of attraction again |
Focus on the more passionate plane |
No conception’s immaculate, man |
Where I go, where I go from here? |
Oh I, no I, could be nowhere |
And trust that all that money’s good for nothin' if you scared |
Singin', yeah, yeah |
Once again to the well, I went |
While the soul man screamed bloody hell out then |
I’m trying to decode the meaning of the spell I’m in |
And I don’t even know what fucking hotel I’m in |
I checked in as the monarch of mel-a-nin |
The el-a-phant, my body is a shell I’m in |
Piecin' myself together, teachin' myself to never |
Let one loss divorce my devel-op-ment |
Reminds me of ego trippin' like Nikki Giovanni |
Wishin' the system might deliver me a body |
Cum laude, the rug on the floor was from Saudi |
The message I’d hung on the door was unrowdy |
No dowry, the price of it all was one calorie |
Now we the last fly house on The Bowery |
Human traffickin', moving Africans |
Still rapping with fantasies, fill the bracket in |
And if you capture the flame, and it’s painful |
Then just charge that to the game |
'Cause it’s shameful to just fall back and complain |
That you fractured the laws of attraction, again |
Focus on a more passionate plane |
Estimate a more accurate frame |
Of time, a frame of mind attached to the sane |
No conception’s immaculate man |
Where I go, where I go from here? |
Oh I, no I, could be nowhere |
And trust that all that money’s good for nothin' if you scared |
Singin', yeah, yeah |