Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Over Here , by - E-dubble. Song from the album Surrounded By Giants, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.07.2014
Record label: Two Tone Rebel
Song language: English
Over Here |
| White boy with that flow, though |
| Lost shit for this lifestyle |
| Paid dues, and they paid too |
| But I came to, and that light shined |
| That light shone, we get klinked up |
| Black Pais, we tipped up |
| Five deep, like ten cups |
| That’s five for me, and then five for us |
| And I’m all done with that emo |
| I found me, like Nemo |
| I’m Maslow, I’m Pavlov |
| Can’t play me, no keno |
| No repo that intellect |
| Lottery’s so indirect |
| They tax the willing, they hack the willing |
| They smack the willing, I smack them back |
| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air |
| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare |
| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason |
| They’re my hunger |
| They’re my struggle |
| Only thing that I believe in |
| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air |
| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare |
| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason |
| They’re my hunger |
| They’re my struggle |
| Only thing that I believe in |
| And I’m right back to that work though |
| Right back to that whiteboard |
| Right-right back to that work though |
| We have hope that we fight for |
| Right-right back to that work though |
| Right back to that whiteboard |
| Right back to them lab coats |
| We had… |
| We saw too much to not share shit |
| Too much to not ask shit |
| Too much of that real life |
| And that real life can get stale quick |
| My quatrains still help though |
| Four bars like twelve bows |
| Do the math, I’ll save the cash |
| Your therapy is my elbow, uh! |
| Damn right, I advocate |
| Greenest greens; |
| regulate |
| Tax me up and we’ll pack you up |
| The fattest garden you’ve ever seen |
| You bet me high and I’ll raise a Gupta |
| Dr. Sanjay, Mr. Cooper |
| Hanging low, chopping loops |
| Still know people that will seek the truth up |
| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air |
| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare |
| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason |
| They’re my hunger |
| They’re my struggle |
| Only thing that I believe in |
| Still a party over here, mad lighters in the air |
| And we celebrate the times we didn’t have a dime to spare |
| Small circle, no squares, but my people are the reason |
| They’re my hunger |
| They’re my struggle |
| Only thing that I believe in |