Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Here, artist - E-dubble. Album song Surrounded By Giants, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |