Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vanity, artist - Blu. Album song Her Favorite Colo(u)r, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: New World Color
Song language: English
Vanity |
There we go, there we go |
I think we’re live again |
Yeah |
Check it |
All alone, unplug my phone |
Back in the zone, been home but been gone |
Prioritizing life in case I do not live long |
And finally found some time to sit down and pen this song |
Might as well try to tell you how I feel when I feel |
And not just when it’s time to pay some bills, life is real |
You can miss it everyday, trying to get a little pay |
Fill the page with some change |
Try to feel a little change on my mind |
I be thinking about the rain but |
Sunshine shines everyday but hey |
What can I say? |
This is sunny California where the phoneys run up on you |
Cause they want you to be just like them |
I’m on the corner 'bout to get a swisher from the liquor store |
Twist the dro, sit at home, pen a song |
Call a chick, get some dome |
Play my shit, when I roll |
Cause nobody knows my mental like me |
Open my window let you people get a peep, peep |
My life is simple, yo they think the shit is deep. |
Sheep |
Be sleeping on me cause I finally got some sheets. |
Please |
That’s for wifey not just hoes that want to ride me |
Cause they like me when I’m riding the beat |
«To each his own», niggas say. |
They gripping chromes |
Splitting domes in they song, when |
I just feel I’m pennin' a poem |
Peace |
I can’t believe they think it’s (Vanity) |
Even my peeps say it’s (Vanity) |
(They call it Vanity) |
Just because I’d rather eat in peace |
My life’s been a bitch like this chick named (Vanity) |
(They call it Vanity) |
Sitting alone on my own dick is (Vanity) |
And when I’m gone, «home sick» is just (Vanity) |
Yeah |
All alone |
Back in the zone. |
No, wifey at home |
Been home but ain’t boned though |
Threw a few dollars to her |
Told her get her comb out my hair |
Turn a square to a spliff and lift my dome in the air |
Above clouds where the rain falls all inside my home |
Like, pain colored paint balls |
Call it what you want |
Niggas laugh cause my faith strong |
All I know is no one knows the places that I’ve gone |
Or faces that I’ve seen cry, seen laugh, seen die |
Seen eyes with my life in all of them |
Seen signs of falling but I caught hope |
Will in my wings, halo, I’ll haul hope |
To faith like a new black pope |
Fuck a debate |
I am dope when I want to be |
And flow when I’m on the beat |
I stroke when I want to; |
need to skeet |
Fuck the streets |
They will fuck you if you don’t |
«Keep your enemies and homies on the ropes |
When they supposed to be close» |
Poppa told me. |
And the few that know showed me the ropes |
Hanging on dreams to be happy, whether lavish or lean |
I’ve seen enough to make a boy die nappy |
Now a man on a search for the God that I am |
But actually I’d rather be me |
Is that (Vanity)? |
My poppa told me it was (Vanity) |
My old lady said it’s (Vanity) |
Because I’d rather be all by myself |
Instead of laughing with the crowd |
If I don’t care to be part of their gaiety |
They’ll often say to me, «Don't be so proud.» |
But how are they to know? |
I’m looking high and low |
For love that used to be my own… |