Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sanctuary, artist - D Smoke. Album song Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, WoodWorks
Song language: English
Sanctuary |
| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers |
| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker |
| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers |
| I still love you |
| This shit might rub you the wrong way |
| But when it hit, make a play of it, build, motherfucker |
| I do this shit to pave the way and shit and heal motherfuckers |
| Catch my drift, start a wave and shit, a skilled motherfucker |
| I still love you, 'cause all our sins are buried |
| You’re my sanctuary |
| Look, look, homie, what it do? |
| What it like? |
| What that vida be? |
| Homie, keep it true |
| What insights? |
| What new chemistry did struggle offer you? |
| What bright lights did your tunnel flash to make your future unabashedly |
| Fasten to the idea that we just here as builders? |
| We got mountains of strength from all the shit that nearly killed us |
| Been lost count of the days when 115 bus rides on Manchester led to encounters |
| Pages will read all about us |
| Saying, «These niggas are ridiculous,» three brothers who breathe indica |
| One younger lil' Libra will get discovered while reading The Alchemist |
| How can this be the outcome? |
| I just wanted my family to outrun |
| All the predators headed in every direction |
| Ronald got sons reppin' every complexion |
| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers |
| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker |
| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers |
| I still love you |
| This shit might rub you the wrong way |
| But when it hit, make a play of it and build, motherfucker |
| I do this shit to pave the way and shit and heal motherfuckers |
| Catch my drift, start a wave and shit, a skilled motherfucker |
| I still love you 'cause all our sins are buried |
| You’re my sanctuary |
| Palms facing in when we knelt and confessed our sins, uh |
| When you got brothers, your brother’s friends are your friends, hmm |
| My back, you cover if ever danger approached |
| Most teams ain’t got a Frank Vogel, can’t win the game with no coach |
| Pops went insane when we fought each other, exchange on the ropes |
| Caught wind of beef in the house and immediately turned the stove on |
| To cook the fat off that bastard |
| Leave the blood in the middle |
| True brotherhood is so rare, best instruct them cubs while they little |
| Bare knuckles dug in our ribs when our uncles felt we were brittle |
| Toughen up, lil' motherfucker, suck it up, you a killer in training |
| Not a killer of laymen |
| But an assassin of anything that keeps your passion from gainin' |
| That’s why I’m saying |
| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers |
| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker |
| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers |
| I still love you |
| This shit might rub you the wrong way |
| But when it hit, make a play of it, build, motherfucker |
| I do this shit to pave the way and shit and heal motherfuckers |
| Catch my drift, start a wave and shit, a skilled motherfucker |
| I still love you 'cause all our sins are buried |
| ('Cause all our sins are—) |
| Down in the ocean where the boats delivered the whole civilization |
| Knowing precipitation leads to green leaves, we’re growing it like a baby |
| Sowing us many seeds and flowing like irrigation |
| Noise all around us, poised for innovation |
| Boys gon' be boys, but toys won’t be they savior |
| Family business, strugglin' with addiction |
| Muggin' any nigga tryna judge, do me a favor |
| Don’t do me no favors, no, no, no, no, nigga |
| My brothers stay on our toes, we go get it |
| Our mother raised us with faith and tenacity |
| The audacity to read through these lyrics |
| And walk in forgiveness like Jesus did |
| Big heart and flaws when you see the kid |
| Swear when we down, won’t believe this shit |
| We got stripes like Adidas, man |
| From the get, we was only kids, lil' motherfuckers |
| Run and flip, acrobatic shit, chill, motherfucker |
| Then we split, some banana shit, real motherfuckers |
| I still love you |
| This shit might rub you the wrong way |
| But on the clique, what a only kid feel, motherfucker? |
| I can’t imagine life without three of you real motherfuckers |
| RonRon, Davion, and SiR might heal motherfuckers |
| And I love you, and all our sins are buried |
| You’re my sanctuary |