Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Innerspace, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Strange Journey Volume Three, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Taste
Song language: English
Innerspace |
I remember as youngin' |
Slummin' with my crusaders |
Garcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for Segas |
Lil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes &Acuras |
It’s tough to count blessings when battlin' Count Dracula |
Life’s fangs’ll drain yo blood in floods |
Can’t wade in that water because of rogue scuds |
Role models taught us you oughta just roll up |
In life there’s no love whatever yo role was |
Find wealth |
No need to find self |
Stand in line until you find your spot on a shelf |
(Sold!) |
Don’t mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritone |
Feelin' down low |
To think |
Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk |
Weathering this desert with no drink to cope |
Some chain smoke with no link or hope |
Just dope, tree and a rope |
You are the living truth of life ooh ooh |
The fastest can’t run from who they are |
I’d run from self but no man can run that far |
You are the living truth of life ooh ooh |
The fastest can’t run from who they are |
I’d run from self but no man can run that far |
Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age |
Learn that all the freedom was worthless when you’re afraid |
Success can often be a perfect cage |
Searching for a way to stay the same while the world will change |
A prisoner, trapped in the regret |
Cause the ego can’t keep up if they happen to reject it |
Sometimes you want so bad to be respected |
Goin' after it 'til you’ve left your happiness neglected |
I’ve seen the weakness in grown men |
Playing games with their pain, they cheat but they don’t win |
Seen 'em feed the needle deep into their own skin |
Tryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that moment |
More success to fix what’s left |
Take an even bigger risk like after this I’ll rest |
Til he painted with the razor on his wrist a red |
The color of lips, pucker up it’s the kiss of death |
I’m Bustin' Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor |
And that debt was paid in spades and barbed wire |
Later use eyes to weigh and move fire |
Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire |
Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture |
Sign both titties and give a pound to your mister |
It’s been real |
Realer than steel I’da grabbed before I picked up a pen and a pad |
Shit, it’s been chill |
Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when he’s looking to buy looking |
to fly |
Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove |
Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes |
Soft white girl break your nose and gets harder |
Revenge of the Caine, the original Get Carter |
Take your favorite star, make him into a martyr |
Life ain’t Trending, it’s ending |
See farther |