Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Astronaut , by - Derek Minor. Song from the album Your Soul Must Fly, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.08.2017
Record label: EMPIRE, Reflection
Song language: English
Astronaut |
| Jumping |
| Jumping |
| Jumping |
| Jumping, Yeah |
| Jumping |
| Jumping |
| Jumping |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| They ain’t wanna see us shine |
| They ain’t wanna see us rise |
| They ain’t wanna give us help |
| God said help myself |
| God said what you worried about |
| Acting like I ain’t got you |
| Make the moves mane, shoot the shot boy |
| Guarantee they won’t block it |
| I been trying to take a dead culture and revive it while the vultures nibble at |
| the skeleton |
| They just trying to bottle up my melanin |
| They a kill a prophet to bring profit in |
| I can’t be taking bait |
| I see the hook in the pond, ah yeah |
| I promise I’ll give up this fame |
| Before I get trapped all in your con, ahh yeah |
| Where was you when I ain’t have an number 1 |
| Or when I ain’t know where the money coming from |
| Outta here acting like my day one |
| You counted me out on day one |
| I feel like you don’t like the outcome |
| You count the hours till I’m done |
| I got family to feed and they looking at me |
| And I’m looking to God we gone jump jump jump |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Some my family real killers |
| Some my family dope dealers |
| I’m just telling all our stories |
| So the world won’t forget us |
| In the church they just want me to speak to suburbia |
| All that ghetto gangsta talk is disturbing us |
| I’m sorry my past and my present offend you |
| Ain’t nothing sweet on the menu |
| Step dad used came home smelling like a trap house |
| My lil homie from the east blllllllldd got shot down |
| I will never sell out, y’all can go on keep your budget |
| I done kept it real from the jump, now we got it jumpin' |
| They look up to me and they ask how I did it |
| I tell em it’s God and as God as my witness |
| I pray that my talent can give away millions |
| To get rid of ghettos where my people living |
| Where all of my children get education |
| And all of my cousins can stop medicating |
| Gotta keep moving I know we gone make it |
| Till then enjoy all these classics I’m making, jumpin' |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| Got this whole thing |
| Jumping, Jumping |
| But they want us on crutches |