Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More, artist - Ekoh. Date of issue: 04.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No More |
| In a cage that can hold me |
| So we go way back, that’s the old me |
| They all been talking but don’t know a thing |
| About my struggle in life, that’s insulting |
| Running the upholstery, gun in the safe |
| I ain’t never shot one inside, but it’s late |
| And my head won’t stop talking, I tried walking |
| 'Round the block a few times, but still it’s not stopping |
| I’m losing it now, I just don’t get it |
| «Have you been drinking again, man? |
| What is it? |
| Don’t you see all of these people who listen |
| And hang on the words that you’ve written?"yeah, get it |
| But I’m in another zone, when these mics go |
| Got a fear of the light like I’m |
| I might go psycho on a track like a 51−50 |
| I’ve been tryna to put it on for everybody in my city |
| (Yeah, body in my city) |
| Feeling the pressure, but I will not let this shit break me, I know it |
| (Break me, I know it) |
| Lights on the strip, with my crew in this bitch, kinda hard to stay focused |
| Bustin' up the frame, everything is the same |
| All of the music wack, trying to make a name |
| Getting another head, another wait for the shit to go |
| I’m working atop the last shit I wrote a few minutes ago |
| And trying to stick me in the dark, I’m thinking the limit |
| The growth I’ve been on that trajectory, just wait for the missile |
| To blow and bust in through the door |
| I know they planning on keeping |
| They’re tryna tryna keep a cooler copacetic for all of us, but |
| (All of us, but) |
| I’m just not feeling that vibe no more |
| Trapped in this room, I can’t write no more |
| Not enough drugs to get high again |
| Everyone’s trying to act like a friend |
| But I’m just not feeling that vibe no more |
| No more |
| no fake friends |
| Got some old Eminem in the tape deck |
| Skateboard shoes in the trunk, with the skate deck |
| Fake heads tryna plot against me, got replacements |
| Let it ride, and every rapper talking suicide |
| Mix a little with a little Sprite |
| Trying to live in the moment, the music feeling like |
| The only thing I got in my world that could make me feel alright |
| See I found my own space now |
| I’m looking at some newcomers in the bank account |
| (Bank account) |
| I’m not trying to brag, I’m just saying how |
| You can make it happen, despite the people who hate it now |
| Got 'em tripping, I feel like I’m on a mission |
| To get the people to listen, they got me suspicion |
| But when I step to the mic, and let you in on the vision |
| They see that some things are forever, but the real shit isn’t |
| Ready to pop, I’m making the grave in my backyard |
| Can barely get up the hopes, in these wannabe rap stars |
| And hoping for fast cars, and political campaign |
| I think I’ve been doing just fine, in that lane but |
| (Fine in that lane, but) |
| I’m just not feeling that vibe no more |
| Trapped in this room, I can’t write no more |
| Not enough drugs to get high again |
| Everyone’s trying to act like a friend |
| But I’m just not feeling that vibe no more |
| No more |