Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Breaking Point, artist - Burt Bacharach. Album song His Hits 1939-1961, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 29.01.2018
Record label: Resurfaced
Song language: English
The Breaking Point |
| Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh |
| Look |
| Too many missed classes |
| Too many missed calls |
| Too many late nights |
| Too many with-drawls |
| Under pressure, time waits for no man |
| Even though I flow colder than a snowman |
| Nothing gets a girl hotter than a slow-jam |
| Take it from a kid in touch with his grown man |
| No plan for now, used to have it mapped out |
| The life that I live is the life I rap about |
| Maybe I’m dreaming |
| Maybe I’m fine |
| Maybe I just write it down cause I got it on my mind, man |
| It’s not a biography, it’s a rhyme |
| Reality or thoughts, either way this shit’s mine |
| Listen to my flow, get into my mind |
| Can you feel the urgency, I’m running out of time |
| (Let's go, let’s go, we gotta go, hurry up) |
| I gotta blow up |
| Quickly, Baby it’s me |
| I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but I hope you don’t miss me |
| Like I’ve been missing you |
| And I’ve been meaning to call |
| They said I’d get the money, I ain’t seen it at all |
| What am I doing, what type of career am I pursuing |
| You see the cats winning, you don’t see the ones losing |
| See my team working, don’t see my team snoozing |
| Foot on my pedal till I know my crew’s in |
| I’m all stressed, feel like I’m the best |
| But I gotta lot of weight that I gotta get off of my chest |
| Got a brain for straight 'A's |
| Hate the grey days |
| I’m late for vaca', I got no patience |
| I’ve been in the basement too long |
| Mom called, told me I said a bad word in my new song |
| I hate that shit |
| I wanna make her proud |
| But everything I like is everything I’m not allowed |
| Find a line, try to walk it |
| Find the right words, try to talk it |
| Not good enough, I’m off it |
| Feel like I’m a target, turn that shit around |
| Kill a critique with a 16, try to put me down |
| I’m a good book, got a good girl, she a good look |
| Hard to make a good song work without a good hook, these days |
| It’s late, but I’m on at night, like PJ’s |
| They kill for this like free-jays |
| (Let's go, let’s go, we gotta go, hurry up) |
| Yeah, uh |
| Get a job, Pat |
| What’cha getting that degree for? |
| Why you go from a four-oh to a three-four? |
| Take them headphones off, put the phone down |
| Pull your pants up, don’t you know you’re grown now? |
| So what, you’re saying the good days are done? |
| Odds might be against me, but I might be the one |
| Bet it, and write the date down when I said it |
| Don’t you forget it |
| Flow so unique, rare like red meat |
| I kill rhymes and create haters so give me credit for these dead beats |
| It’s on like that, night time got me gone like that |
| Take your queen with a pawn, like that |
| It’s no problem, smarter than these little bitty idiots |
| Get the bread diviate, give it to my affiliates |
| Easy, right? |
| But they wanna take the kid down |
| All I hear is bitches, I leave the lid down |