Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Out of Life, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
More Out of Life |
Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find it |
You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids |
Kissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islands |
Gems in the hymns said the chant |
The moon man grins, hair on my chin grows |
Hair on my chest burn |
Flare in my soul cold |
I can’t sleep |
Let alone, stay awoke, smoking dope like |
It’s like Shaitan find another way to choke |
Another day broke, money ain’t my motto, nope |
Traded peace for the sorrow that I swallow |
Bottle after bottle, like the role models that I hallow |
Feeling like a seedless avocado |
Crowd screaming |
«Bravo! |
Bravo! |
Here’s a dollar for your sorrows |
Can I borrow your time more tomorrow?» |
Watching Fargo, feeling far gone from the chart that I was gonna follow |
It’s hard to make songs when a war’s going on outside |
No man is safe from |
And you can run but you can’t hide forever |
Mother won’t let up, telling me I should get up |
And in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddar |
Underground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leather |
Put on a sweater, I counted my change |
I added my blessings |
I stepped into the rain |
To wash my brain |
My friends say that I don’t talk the same |
So dark like we don’t give off the same light |
Wish I seen it all in plain sight to explain it on this great mic |
Amplified, stay wired to the nation-side, cross oceans |
Where the faiths collide and talk omens like grace that died |
On the brink of trying to make my mind |
Save my soul at the same time, make this rhyme |
Wonder, will I be saved in time |
Make Salah, say grace |
Case God change his mind |
How insane am I? |
Just the same as you |
Came here what you came to do |
I’m just saying the truth |
A little more |
More out of life |
Sometimes we gotta blank out |
And touch the universe on some |
Fuck rap back with my back on the wall rap shit |
Capping at all, napping on God |
Knowing damn well half of your squad |
Still ain’t found John |
Baptist, Barnes, drowning him |
Swimming in a pool full of shark fins surrounding him |
Rain dancing when dark days |
Have clouded him, cause niggas play God |
They just building up, doubted him |
Rapping about colors like someone’s proud of him |
But don’t praise fathers cause half of you grew without one |
Malcolms, Martins, Pacs, Chris Wallaces |
Muhammads, Khalil Gibrans, Akhenatens |
Gods and goddesses, following false promises |
Laws and politics, full-ride scholarships |
Still don’t know what time it is |
Models and actors, rappers, coke, bottle of Cris' |
Rope and bad words |
Hope plastered on minds of mañana |
Obama, Osama, Mama, Papa |
God we gotcha |
Dealing with censorship, sponsorship, friendships |
Relationships, slave ship minimum wages |
Racist shit, we gotta find ways to change this shit |
Elevation, higher foundations |