Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Time Capsule, artist - Little Simz. Album song Time Capsule, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.12.2014
Record label: Boom Ting
Song language: English
Time Capsule |
| They put me down as the one to watch |
| Haters put me down as the one to stop |
| I can’t even lie, tick all of the boxes |
| Still I’m thinking outside the box |
| You better gimme your mind and let me thoroughly read it |
| That’s food for thought and somebody will feed it |
| I’m too mature for all of these weaklings |
| That’s strength for days and I’m blessed in ways |
| That you can never dream of getting like |
| Still I’m hoping for a better life, gimme 25 |
| Years and I’ll be at mega heights |
| That’s a promise right? |
| I promise to always take my advice |
| But I can’t promise |
| That it’ll work for me |
| Simz talk to the younger Simz what would you tell her? |
| Try make a mil 'fore you get a deal |
| See nothing’s impossible long as you keep your head up |
| And when it comes to the points where you’re fed up |
| Take a step back |
| Re-asses where your soul and your head’s at |
| Give 'em you like you sent 'em a press pack |
| In regards to the gifts you should send back |
| They weren’t gifts, they were setbacks |
| This is real shit |
| Never lie in these real tracks |
| I’m too grown for that |
| I’m way too composed for that |
| What would you say |
| To the younger you |
| Would you tell you to be patient |
| Would you say to be true? |
| Sitting here with an empty car |
| Lord knows life’s sobered you up |
| You always end up as yourself |
| The world doesn’t need a mold of anybody else |
| the joint is forever movin' |
| Writin till the wheels fall off, crusin' |
| Got this mad fire in my belly, fumin' |
| Barely hear enough about the music |
| I am not the one you wanna try |
| I am not the message you imply |
| When I was on the come up, I was nine |
| And you was on your arse getting high |
| Now I’m on the spot, ain’t time funny how it flies |
| Peek a boo the industry, got ‘em all surprised |
| I put everybody to bed, nap |
| Your logic thinking ain’t practical |
| I ride the beat, so tactical |
| Simz told me, there’s no regrets |
| I write it down in capitals |
| I live by it, give more |
| Cos when its time to take, I ain’t shy |
| I look space, I pass fly |
| You’re a lost soul in my archive |
| Give it to me |
| I’ve been spitting ever since I could remember |
| Enter a new world, but this ain’t new to me |
| They all choose to be similar to one another |
| That ain’t news to me |
| I’m planning on being here for a long time so you better get use to me |
| Old friends pissed that they can’t get through to me |
| I be setting up a new wave |
| Better thank God you’re seeing a new day |
| Smiley little Simz when I’m seeing new faces |
| Really I just wanna build a couple bouquets |
| Guess that’s how it goes now |
| Guess that’s how it goes down |
| Same shit, different day |
| Space space space in my timezone |
| ‘Till her singin' had us all mind blown |
| Swear that kid is fizake |
| Tryna get shit in place |
| But it’s hard when the time tells you |
| You’re runnin' a little late |
| Hold on, one second Simbi, Oh… |
| Still I’m steady killin killin killin killin |
| Hitting I be higher than the ceiling |
| You can not escape the feelings |
| In the films, man, I must be the villain |
| Sit back, bill it, then collect my winnings |
| Man I must be a G |
| Sorry I don’t dig your energy |
| Planets in the air is all I see |
| If I could talk to the younger me |
| Tell her to keep faith and learn to save what you earn |
| Cos money don’t grow on trees, and that’s a fact |
| Money don’t grow on trees now look at that |
| My soul keeps invincible |
| My history might be mythical |
| Sometimes I find the world so fictional |
| Style’s analog and you’re digital |
| And that’s real shit, improvised |
| You popped up and I minimized |
| My wolf pack won’t compromise |
| When we see cats then it’s dinner time, boy |