Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sweet Haste, artist - EarthGang. Album song Shallow Graves For Toys, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Spillage Village
Song language: English
Sweet Haste |
Gave a fuck, they told me where to store it |
Bitches be drop, they gorgeous booties stick out like horses |
A creepy notion, notice the flow is scorchin' |
Lower the blindin' spark to eliminate these voices |
Can’t tell if its heaven or hell, better than sleepin' in cells |
Brushin' your teeth with a stick is leavin' the smell |
I smile, puff the blunt, leave a thirsty chick in a well |
You’ll lose yo' hair runnin' through the brush chasin' these tails no love |
I’m cold like my toes growin' up po' |
Compare us to ghosts 'cause niggas don’t be livin' no mo' |
A million images but no vision they shrinkin' the scope |
And ain’t nobody preachin' my nigga we here for the dough |
So muhfuck a critic, they just don’t know |
These niggas ain’t got no face |
So now they screamin' man get back in the boat |
And I be lurkin' fo' a yam through the streets for a quote |
Pack my bow like I’m headed on vacation meditatin' |
A small conciliation, my niggas ain’t got no patience |
So they sit irate, impatience |
I hope you there that faithful day my heartbeat gets complacent |
My people build a barge and push me off into the lake and wish me bon voyage |
My shrink be tellin' me I should not think like this at all |
And then I told him spring got it’s confidence from fall |
Feelin' like we got me conquering 'em all |
Paranoid report cards |
ARs that don’t |
Packed you brothers packs |
feed the cause |
Easier wrapped stack then filled up with the gauze |
Pretty she 'bout the L well fill up with Nas |
And maybe I’ll let her put her pretty feet on my loins |
I asked my nigga what he thought was heaven |
He said a place where he could crash the six |
And probably end up with the seventh |
Where he ain’t got to keep a clip inside the Mac 11 |
And he could hit it raw and won’t expect a call like |
Yo I’m pregnant, I guess he feel that’s sorta like a death wish |
A child unexpected, won’t have him spendin' money on onesies |
Instead of throwin' ones on that thick chick named Alexis |
Then hop in that new Lexus, do 100 on expresses |
How many ways can I express this |
Life is shorter than a broke nigga’s necklace |
And that car you travel in you only get one of |
So make sure you don’t wreck it |
'Cause every tick tock could be yo' last second |
So sync yo' wristwatch if you happen to get the message |
Sometimes you gotta look in the mirror to answer questions |
Sometimes you gotta go against fear to reach yo' destiny |
'Cause anything worth havin' probably ain’t free |
And if it ain’t worth havin' it probably ain’t me |
Quality over quantity, learned that from a OG |
Lightin' tree a quarter to 3 in a Chevy Caprice |
That was back in high school tryna bag this cold piece |
And the game ain’t changed the stacks just increase |
And now my old worries is now my new laughs |
And I’m still tryna turn this old dolla to some new cash |
They give me a reason to celebrate 'cause these niggas is so shady |
And the hoes is hella fake, type of shit that keep me up at night |
What can I do my nigga this is life |
And so I write |
I looked her in her eyes, promised her paradise |
She probably thought I was lyin' and that’s why she left me |
So now I’m in the land of milk and honey by myself |
Feeing stupid, stupid as suspenders with a belt |
Dependin' on all my sin to make my virtue cool |
Like close your eyes God I know you wouldn’t approve |
Felt the breeze when he replied like |
Damn c’mon dude you know you better than the moves that you put yourself through |
I made you brilliant, I made you talented and handsome |
And you got the fuckin' nerve to destroy what I built? |
Nigga you sick? |
Is that why you popped all them pills? |
You know yo' momma shed tears for the way that you live |
At this point in my life, my pride was kinda outta hand |
So I hit the brakes parked the whip and hopped the fuck out |
Snatched God out the passenger like what you talkin' 'bout |
He punched me in the mouth the blood is what you hearin' now |
The club just lettin' out with all type of gorgeous women |
Goin' home with slimy niggas that’ll make his mother proud |
And make her father scowl, he wasted his time raisin' a dime |
For nickel dick to get all in yo' mouth |
But its cool we ain’t judging, we ain’t' jury, we ain’t bailiff |
But still it ain’t no changin' what we witness doe |
And nothin' last forever 'cept the guarantee that nothin' will |
Still I bet you niggas don’t forget it though |
It’s funny, how niggas say its funny when they realize some shit That don’t |
really have no humor at all |
And its none of my business what you do with yo' thoughts |
But, if I cross yo' mind while you talkin' to God |
Tell him my brain’s fucked up and I’m tired |
Tell him that I seen it all and tell him that I’m blind |
Tell him that the people called, they wanna get behind |
Some honesty and wisdom and he told me that it’s time |
I made you the oldest, so you could be Moses and make the 3rd Testament the |
next time you smokin' |
I made you the oldest, so you could keep growin' and make the 3rd Testament the |
next time you smokin' |