Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Say, artist - Common. Album song Be, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
They Say |
They say «What's happenin'?» |
We say the facts and if, they lie |
We comin' back for them |
They might say… but they don’t know! |
(They say, they say…) |
They don’t knowwwww |
They say a nigga lost his mind |
But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme |
The thin line between love and hatred |
I’m the black pill in the Matrix, the saturated life |
They say life is what you make it |
So I wait quick on a spaceship so I can take it |
As high as the stakes get when paper get low |
I be tellin' Derick, «Tell Cara get us a show» |
Little Com, I make righteous bitches get low |
The richest man ain’t necessarily the nigga with dough |
They say «You ripped» «Wow…» Yea, that’s what they say |
My niggas couldn’t tell it was me, like Jamie in Ray |
Paintin' a day, wit focused crime, broads, and good wine |
They say «Dope is sour so it’s homework and hood crimes» |
I stood mine, for forever and a day so goodbye |
They never could say — tell 'em, J |
They say «What's happenin'?» |
We say the facts and if, they lie |
We comin' back for them |
They might say… but they don’t know! |
(They say, they say…) |
They don’t knowwwww |
Ahh… The sweet taste of victory |
Go head and breathe it in like antihistamine |
I know they sayin' «Damn, Ye snapped with this beat!» |
Fuck you expect? |
I’ve got a history |
Groupie love now, gotta be them wheels! |
Haters back down, gotta be that steel! |
I know they can’t wait till ya outta ya deal! |
Look how they did D’Angelo ask him how do it feel! |
My best friends worry bout me |
'Cause they know when you famous |
And you had made cash |
The media aims at us |
And you be up so high |
If you ever fall off, it feel like a plane crash |
But God don’t ever give me nothin' I can’t handle |
So please don’t ever give me records I can’t sample |
So I could vacate where it ain’t no channels |
But it’s quite okay for a gangsta to wear sandals |
They say because of the fame and stardom |
I’m somewhere in between the church and insane asylum |
I guess it’s messin' with my health then |
And this verse so crazy when I finish |
I’m just gon' check myself in — again |
They say «What's happenin'?» |
We say the facts and if, they lie |
We comin' back for them |
They might say… but they don’t know! |
(They say, they say…) |
They don’t knowwwww |
They say «Dude think he righteous» |
I write just to free minds, from Stony to Rikers |
Amongst the lifeless, in a world crazy as Mike is |
On my paper, whether its weed or Isis |
They say «life is a game,» so I play hard |
Writin for my life 'cause I’m scared of a day job |
They say «Sef kept the hood together» |
I tell the young, «We can’t play the hood forever» |
Play my cards right, they say I went too left |
They showed me strange love, like I was Mr. F |
Played chess in this game of, pawns and knights |
Now I claim «King» like Don, or Frank White |
They say my life is comparable to Christ |
The way I sacrificed, and resurrected, twice |
They say «The crochet pants and the sweater was wack» |
Seen the corner, now they say «That nigga’s back,» uh |
They say «What's happenin'?» |
We say the facts and if, they lie |
We comin' back for them |
They might say… but they don’t know! |
(They say, they say…) |
They don’t knowwwww |