Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead End, artist - Dave B.. Album song Punch Drunk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Record label: Goodrich & Gold
Song language: English
Dead End |
Yeah |
Like we don’t hurt? |
Like we don’t see no evil? |
Like I don’t know no pain? |
Like we ain’t tryin' to be equal? |
We at peace |
Y’all the ones that’s gon' make this shit lethal |
And the leaders we see fit, the same ones that we see through |
Same puppet tryna tell me «Brother, I used to be you» |
And the better you mesh, are the better they see you |
I better write 'til I’m purple |
I better rhyme 'til my feet blue |
You got a Benz in the burbs for your silence |
And look we do not want no parts |
We do not want no parts |
Nigga I do not want no parts |
Like we don’t hurt? |
La la la, la la yeah |
La la la, la la |
La la la, la la yeah |
La la la, la la |
I heard |
In a couple years my flavor won’t matter |
My art, it can’t save me |
My people gon' chatter |
That piece of paper I neglected, yeah |
That and the fact that I just do not give a fuck about anything that’s gon' |
stack up |
But I’ma always be myself, that’s still forever |
Always be a blunt away from piecin' it together |
'Cause all my problems, all your problems |
All we are is headed to the future |
So I pacin' through nature |
Try to climb out of this stupor |
Y’all do the most |
But the love inside your pocket won’t last |
All post and all hope that we not maturing too fast |
I stare her right in the eyes |
I tuck and puff, try to pass |
No luck, we fuck then wake up |
No tellin' where we gon' land |
I don’t want no parts |
Of being lonely |
Nigga we do not want no parts |
Like we don’t hurt? |
Yeah |
La la la, la la yeah |
La la la, la la |
La la la, la la yeah |
La la la, la la |
Ends up, never stand down |
Even if I’m inside my pants now |
It’s all love |
We all one |
One love |
One drum |
Help us lord, we all under attack |
I pray I not become another stat |
I pray but have a hard time at that |
Hopin' all my future kids. |
Wind up on our back, splat |
La la la, la la yeah |
La la la, la la |
La la la, la la yeah |
La la la, la la |