Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things We Say, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song In The Beginning: Before The Heavens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dirty Science, Fat Beats
Song language: English
Things We Say |
Man if |
Man if what |
What if we can just |
Just what |
Just blink yourself away |
And this |
And this what |
What if this is just |
Just what |
Just dreams from yesterday |
Man it’s |
Man it’s what |
Whatever we make |
Make what |
Is what we make in the scenes we play |
It’s kinda crazy I guess, when words become flesh |
And brings |
Brings life to the things we say |
To the things we say |
To the things we say |
Maybe it don’t ever happen so simply |
Cause sometimes when you be writing a narrative to your life |
And somebody will throw a hyphen up in your way |
I mean it’s cool for me to speak a bunch of «live that life» |
When I ain’t ever had to sleep under a bridge at night |
Food spoiling in the fridge, all alone in the crib with no kids |
Now come on, what gives me that right |
See I’m tripping if I’m thinking this simply positive thinking |
To stop a hooker from hooking to alcoholic from drinking it |
Maybe it could be what I know |
That it takes more than water for a flower to grow |
And a diamond might gleam and glow |
But without sunlight, that little shining won’t dream and show |
So set sail if you catch my drift |
No knit, thumbs up, come and catch a lift |
You can Plead the Fifth |
But a baby who don’t cry, don’t eat, gotta be careful what you feed em with |
And in a way we all babies, still growing up |
Sucking down the milk with the guilt, keep us throwing up |
And at the same time, it’s like we all parents |
Let us help each other grow with the dreams that we sharing |
Man if |
Man if what |
What if we could just |
Just what, just what, just, just what |
Man if |
Man if what |
What if we can just |
Just what |
Just blink yourself away |
And this |
And this what |
What if this is just |
Just what |
Just dreams from yesterday |
Man it’s |
Man it’s what |
Whatever we make |
Make what |
Is what we make in the scenes we play |
It’s kinda crazy I guess, when words become flesh |
And brings |
Brings life to the things we say |
To the things we say |
To the things we say |
I guess I gotta start rapping bout bling today |
In order to get a check |
Cause if words manifest in the flesh, then I gotta sing for pay |
So I’ma scream out C.R.E.A.M til I leave the bank |
And keep repeating the hook like a mean delay |
Like a mean delay, cause what I mean to say |
Is make your dreams reality in the scenes you play |
It could be cold as December or spring in May |
And yet my hunger to succeed won’t leave my veins |
Til my jerseys buy worthies or I leave the game early |
Cause a birdie said God needs me to stay |
Bye, until then I got hope to supply on |
I’m like dope, sometimes I gotta smoke to get by and not choke |
Cause I wish I could flow through life |
And that’s why I close my eyes when I’m choking the mic |
To block out all the hype like chicks on the jock |
They ain’t even hear a word, but they’ll say your shit’s hot when it’s not |
It’s cold hearted and driven by starving |
So I talk about love when my heart done hearted |
From sleeping on the floors in my homeboy’s apartment |
And often, I drift off and get lost up in my thoughts |
And when I open my eyes, I see coffins |
That’s why I rap about ballin', dawg |
Man if |
Man if what |
What if we can just |
Just what |
Just blink yourself away |
And this |
And this what |
What if this is just |
Just what |
Just dreams from yesterday |
Man it’s |
Man it’s what |
Whatever we make |
Make what |
Is what we make in the scenes we play |
It’s kinda crazy I guess, when words become flesh |
And brings |
Brings life to the things we say |
To the things we say |