Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hourglass, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song A Piece Of Strange, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.01.2006
Record label: LA Underground
Song language: English
Hourglass |
| I don’t have you |
| And like true friends |
| And say, «I'm sorry you’re blue» |
| I don’t have you |
| And like true friends |
| They still come around |
| I’m waiting for growth to show up if I hope to manifest |
| 3 A.M. |
| I’m awaiting awake to hear me rest |
| Fate to send caress and a face that I can feel |
| With weight from heavy breasts |
| An embrace that helps me chill |
| Grace that human males can’t feel |
| Unless he builds with a female until time stands still |
| When we take off our shells and chill |
| All before fingers learn bodies like we got blindman skill |
| She speaks no evil but says whatever |
| After Shaking up bed-feathers still prays together |
| On a parlay flip, permanent private party trip |
| The next Ruby and Ossie Davis, I’m talking great shit |
| Up walking late, lit. |
| 4:25, high |
| Her mighty fine thighs silhoutted by sky-rise |
| Place the know how, behind mine eyes |
| To take something unfortunate |
| And show them they’re a fortune in my life |
| Look KY side, lend me a hand, send me a plan |
| A Remy Shand message of love, tell Cupid we fam' |
| And to clock something that’ll learn who I am |
| As I learn with, chillin out, watching our hourglass sands |
| I don’t have you |
| And like true friends |
| And say, «I'm sorry you’re blue» |
| I don’t have you |
| And like true friends |
| They still come around |
| Spent Pubescent years, blessed with peers I could trust |
| Spinning records to a game of checkers after dusk |
| Laughter rushes out of mouth, clutchin my stomach, abs burning |
| From fast learning, not cash earning |
| Cause we wasn’t really on 'at yet, just yes' y’alling |
| At this point, our lil' brainchild was hardly crawling |
| But had fallen enough times to keep a nigga’s head strong |
| Fucked with enough spiders to charm a mama leglong |
| We’s dead wrong, many days and nights |
| Trying strange thangs |
| From jane to cane and variants of the same change |
| Get trapped, you off map, no Peter Pan scenes |
| Where everythings tight and lily whiter than Klan dreams |
| Tryna get something ripe, a nice woman queen |
| Stay strong and fight life, like Sudan kings |
| Pray to make cents for giving |
| And make sense out of living |
| Lord give me patience to gain wisdom, please |
| I don’t have you |
| And like true friends |
| And say, «I'm sorry you’re blue» |
| I don’t have you |
| And like true friends |
| They still come around |