Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Egocentric, artist - eLZhi. Album song Lead Poison, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2016
Record label: GLOW365LLC
Song language: English
Egocentric |
Damn, it’s happening again |
Feel like I’m 'bout to lose my mind |
Slowly losing control |
It just takes me over…(You must have) |
Got your blunt laced, while blowing 'regs, to think I’d catch boos |
On stage, that go in kegs, your imagination’s |
Growing legs, my back’s growing eyes, for unknowing spies |
That cut off annoying ties, faster than a Boeing flies |
I’m showing wise guys, I’m wise, men |
Skies bend, while I’m in there, pulling lies out of thin air |
For 10 square miles, so when pushing the pen |
This felt like, a pierced cushion within rare dowls |
Resembling peers, indeed, the flow sounds sicker |
It goes down quicker, than a ten-speed when disassembling gears |
You tremble, when fear’s about to consume your thought |
It will rip a room apart, to chew through your human heart |
You’re mystified from what exists inside, a Jekyll |
Is Mr. Hyde, bigger fish to fry, while our wrists were tied |
You’re stressed, and couldn’t be the best man |
Standing by your sister’s side, while she kissed her bride. |
Question: |
Should I come hard and kill every nigga? |
Or be positive? |
As an AIDS test? |
Sensitive as a hair trigger? |
It’s better telling, your man I would murder him |
Through letters spelling, 'til he holler «Life's a bitch!» |
Like it upset her yelling, while he stumbles off the Remy, never grimmy |
We keep the Mac in the 'Lac, the semi in the hemi |
Couple bastards, who did old dirt, like shimmy |
Shimmy-ya, shimmy-yay, on my flimsy prey |
Can’t get a grip on my ego |
Be wild’n out with my ego |
It’s hard to think around my ego |
Feel like I’m the shit with my ego |
Floss with my ego, I’m a boss with my ego |
I’m about to run this shit with my ego |
Don’t say too much around my ego |
Tend to lose control around my ego |
El don’t possess enough strength to control me, I make him speak on his Rolly |
Or how he keep that purp on paper like a parolee |
And that moment I’m done he’ll snap out of it slowly |
Until then we’ll hook up a line to keep you reeled in |
Better speak about peace and spread love with building |
Because I could be beneath the bed of your children the way I’m beasting |
Just know I plan to blow minds back |
Rip the most, sip a toast, and whip a Ghost like a proton pack |
While I catch a massage by who I’m menage-ing with |
You’re as fraudulent as a desert with a mirage in it |
Provoking El might, get you caught up like you at the light |
With the cop on your tail lighting a tail with the broken taillight |
Beat you herbs then carve up your henchmen |
You starve for attention, but are you hungry enough to eat your words? |
You spit that club nonsense |
I hop in your mind state |
Crash your mental plane |
Wreck your train of thought |
And blast your subconscious out the water |
I slaughter |
Can’t get a grip on my ego |
Be wild’n out with my ego |
It’s hard to think around my ego |
Feel like I’m the shit with my ego |
Floss with my ego, I’m a boss with my ego |
I’m about to run this shit with my ego |
Don’t say too much around my ego |
Tend to lose control around my ego |