Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sunshine, artist - Esham. Album song KKKill The Fetus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2008
Record label: Aknu Media
Song language: English
Sunshine |
My life in the sunshine |
The sun don’t shine too much on mine |
But I feel funny ways on sunny days |
Honey plays, money pays, but must it keep her in a daze? |
Used to be my baby |
But now you’re just a Bebe Kid |
And I’m thinkin' about the things I did |
Just to make you happy |
Scoob get Scrappy, but listen to the nappy pappy |
It’s all about money |
It’s all about mo' money and it’s gettin mo' funny |
In the sunny days I think about my Wicked ways |
Juicy’s got me crazed so crime pays |
Puttin' in work, doing my dirt |
And I’m the one that ends up gettin' hurt |
Just for a piece of puss, a piece of bush |
And now the next man’s gettin' the tush |
I guess I’ll know next time |
But for now I’m just losin' my mind |
Cause I’m caught up in the sunshine |
In the sunshine |
I’m feelin' kind of mellow |
Watch the crackheads say «hello» |
I’m just a little ghetto boy, ghetto child |
Runnin' wild with the freestyle |
I dropped out of school to clock papers |
Now when the niggas see me, they clock vapors |
Watchin' them Daytons hit the sunlight |
Jealous niggas, so I hold my gun tight |
Everybody out to get me |
You see, my minds playin' tricks with me, so don’t bullshit me |
I used to have some homies |
But see I dissed all my homies so now I’m kind of lonely |
But it’s all about me |
But it’s too hard for me to see through my jealousy |
A nigga caught me slippin' at a red light |
Two shots to my dome, now I’m dead right |
Nigga bleedin' in the broad daylight |
Through thick and thin, homies should stay tight |
That’s all I was thinkin' bout |
With my brains blew out |
In the sunshine |
In the sunshine |
Niggas feel good |
Smokin' herbs, chillin' in the hood |
Shoot a little dice, fuck a little ho |
And then some nigga tried to rob the liquor sto' |
They shot him in the back on the way out |
Like a sucker |
What a way to go out |
Tried to steal some bread to feed his babies |
Basehead crack baby, neighborhood crazies |
Now I guess the babies don’t eat |
Bloody basehead dad dead in the street |
And it ain’t no rainbows |
Where the cocaine flows |
The night train goes |
Straight to the graveyard |
That’s where you go when you try to behave hard |
I guess he’ll know next time |
But his babies losin' they mind |
In the sunshine |