Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts, artist - CHIP. Album song TEN10, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Motto
Song language: English
Thoughts |
| Look |
| I was in the dark praying for light years |
| Around the time my brother got 9 years |
| Appreciate the rain, that’s the sky’s tears |
| Had to get my mind clear |
| Said that I be back up by he’s out |
| He’s on D Cat now and I’m right here |
| Poppin' I know |
| Block girls you bread, and get dough |
| Just one spliff and a scripture i’m in my zone |
| Peak for you niggas when these weed bars flow |
| Get this skunk to your boat |
| You don’t wan' no smoke |
| You don’t drink or smoke but you ain’t perfect why you talking |
| I ain’t on the mic like you’re sober and boring |
| Each to their own leave me lone live your life |
| Don’t let me make it fly |
| Ain’t no DM’s when I slide |
| Not here to make friends or enemies |
| I’m here to leave a legacy |
| I got bounce back tendancies |
| Niggas tried to catch me in they web |
| Straight venom was the remedy |
| Trust, RIP NRG |
| You never know when you gon' go |
| New levels |
| New devils |
| I’ve been on my God flow |
| And when it comes to drill |
| I take it in but half though |
| Cah half of them |
| Ain’t slapping more than strappin' bars bro |
| All them ends you can’t go |
| That’s no life you wan' live |
| When you’re older with your kids |
| Ask your olders how it is |
| Parents evening with your children |
| Paigons still after your wig |
| Them stressed |
| There’s a myth |
| You’ll need more than a spliff |
| See it’s mad when you’re in the public eye but you’re not a public guy |
| Bangers for the party |
| Fuck it, I’m the party type |
| Swervin chicken heads |
| Who wan' date all the time |
| (KMT) |
| Got big release dates on my mind |
| Like my brother’s first day out |
| New album on the way out |
| Daniel Kaluuya, once you get out, beg you stay out |
| Life ain’t no card game |
| No use for them jokers |
| So cut off all them roaches |
| And fly over them vultures |
| And cling onto your focus |
| Grab the kush |
| I’m going in |
| Pack, just landed |
| This ain’t tuna in my tin |
| Stop racing everybody else |
| And start racing with yourself then |
| Even when you lose you kinda win |
| Look |
| Deal or no deal you can’t merk me |
| Deal or no deal a man’s certi |
| Deal or no deal you can’t verse me |
| Na, not with these verses |
| Dawg even if I took one I’ll be out before I’m 30 |
| I ain’t old like them niggas |
| Or young like them fucking lost spitters |
| Who start rapping then tun' killers |
| Got me feeling proud that I made it |
| Through the era I did |
| Where music was a way out |
| Not a way to trap you in |
| Charted on my own and with a major felt the same king |
| Being signed |
| And being independent’s overrated |
| However life tun’s out |
| Them funds 'affi run now |
| What’s more important |
| The music or how it comes out |
| Weed and thoughts |
| This is just weed and thoughts |
| It’s just weed and thoughts |
| Late nights with my weed and thoughts |
| It’s just weed and thoughts |
| Weed and thoughts |
| This is just weed and thoughts |
| Weed and thoughts |
| This is just weed and thoughts |
| Weed and thoughts |