Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Catch Me If You Can, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Detroit Revolution(S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clear Soul
Song language: English
Catch Me If You Can |
Hello dear friends, it’s so beautiful up here dear friends, it’s so clean |
Yes dear friends there’s no drunk drivers here, no broken glass no air… |
Over |
One time for the dreamers who said we couldn’t make it |
We’ll see you when we see ya, peace! |
hey! |
Golden ticket in my hand, screaming catch me if you can |
And said we couldn’t make it |
But we here, I know you feel me knocking |
So let me in, they said we couldn’t make it |
But we here, I know you feel me knocking |
So let me in, it’s like, it’s like |
One time for the dreamers who said we couldn’t make it |
We’ll see you when we see ya, peace! |
Gold ticket in my head screaming catch me if you can |
Went from, dreams enormous to vocal cords and bystanding |
To kill them all, the syllable sword highlander |
my state of mind change |
Paper was on the line, became a predator, top of the food chain to competitors |
You see us moving through life at the speed of talent |
Dark skies where the games aurora borealis shine through |
Traveling pavements made a nimbus |
A rainy day won’t prevent us from reaching mount Olympus |
Had a, different agenda than my crew |
I was out of it couldn’t put me in a box, my mind wouldn’t fit inside of it |
We all had a dream, I was just dumb enough to follow it |
Land of milk and honey, we was lactose intolerant |
Pops left me an orphan mama was working so I bottle shit up |
Like an assembly line for |
Jergens |
he! |
Now I’m lotion on it |
No time to reminisce on what we miss, gotta move |
Was hooping till my sneakers had no sole left inside of them |
The ball player with a poet living inside of him |
Out of him came a beast when instrumentals surrounded him |
Wrote it all down, this notebooks where he was hiding them |
We give them something they ain’t used to |
For the past and presence so they doubt a nigga future |
A few fucked with us for we moved up stressed out |
Used to take shots, now it’s full cups, what? |
I put my problems in the swisher |
Burn it down with Eli basment bumping Dilla |
A concrete jungle full of silverback gorillas |
Get caught slipping 'less you’re mighty Joe Young with em |
Tryin to be the Mufasa of the pad pen and |
Lyin if they saying they lions they macmillan |
Coming up I had a couple friends that I was poorer than |
Wrote raps, words never lack like misfortunate |
This shit is for the rich and not the talented |
Money talk to can’t say jack like wheel of fortune spins |
I’mma grind until I’m coffined in and just let the rest rest |
Yes, it’s for the dreamers |
I’m probably in poverty cause all my teachers lied to me |
Spreading, promoting monotony, never about the economy |
A fallacy, in high school never mimic reality |
Rope-a-dee-dope on us put all that liquor in our guts |
Somebody oughta tell em if we’re broke and fucked up |
Than that’s more reason for us to be high and coked up what? |
Who got the lighter I’m sort of a genius writer |
? |
side of fighter, dropping bombs like striker |
I strike 'em then I hit the pads like I was a beast |
With that Dilla vibe banging on this MPC |
Smacking these ladies tails with my brain flood the game |
Then push a Mercedes wheel, call it a king’s tale |
Terrific get to rapping and incredibly rip shit |
Into micro little bits you bithces can never see it |
From Sicily to the beaches of Saudi Arabian? |
We got you the Motor City soul, this is how the story goes |