Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song To Be Determined, artist - Evidence. Album song The Layover, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Record label: Bigger Picture
Song language: English
To Be Determined |
Where I’m from they say the sun shine all the time |
I keep seeing rain… yeah |
Uh, squeezing blood from a rock |
Making something out nothing, that’s something I got |
That’s one thing I had, while the others didn’t get it |
They was chasin the world I brought it right to my block |
Brought it back with the oath |
Stay reppin my coast… poof, I was blowin the spot |
Without knowin or not, not knowing a thing |
Trying to prove to most, made it open my lane |
I found my slot, they went right, E-V went left |
So Common, one day it’ll all make sense |
Soundbombin'; |
no way we’ll all make ends |
Survival of the fit, a few win, but most quit |
Or fend for themselves so here’s to good health |
Here’s to drama, two up and one of ‘em fell |
«Hear, hear», to that, this is for my LA Cats |
And Dogs who never left to the world, «We Back» *C'mon |
Sometimes I ask myself, «Why would I need anyone else?» |
To Be Determined |
To make it through this life… when every day’s a brand new fight |
I had struggles in every single muscle, always on the hustle and I know… and I |
know I can’t make it, on my own |
Had visions of being caked up |
On the island while the weather’s freezing |
Whether he’s in the French Caribbean |
Swimming with amphibians |
Or in Hawaii blowing Maui Wowie, life is good |
I dodge bullet grazes |
Slash the nights that coulda ended my existence |
For instance, through the persistence, the distance |
We formed a number of statistics |
Once a lot smaller looking up to Shot-callers, not ballers |
We never grew up just got taller |
Trying to find freedom in a trap |
Hungry for success they eat up |
There’s food for thought I feed ‘em in a w"Rap" |
I’m taking trips to France |
Make it rain where the strippers dance, dance |
Sip in hand, grippin my money clips in hands |
It was hell, I thought I saw demons hiding in lost souls |
Straight out the evil books inside of my far scrolls |
They say you should toss goals, throw away your dreams |
That nothing go the way it seems, It’s done or |
You feelin unsure, but that’s what this one’s for |
Push as hard as you want, against the wall bro |
Push the wall, knew they be looking for you like Waldo |
Times was harder than before, when it was fun and games |
When we was just spittin rhymes trying to get a bigger name |
Now car notes involved and bills require grindin' |
Who’d ever thought that Aloe Blacc get back to rhymin' |
Street philosophers could theorize, «it's all timin'» |
Economist would say, «It's kinda rough to find a diamond» |
And all the simple lining in the clouds couldn’t change |
The simple fact that it pours when it rains |
All more of the same |
And my score in the game, let it reflect |
That I earn every little bit of respect I get |
Oh, it’s time, get up off the wall cross that line |
My momma told me that every flower needs rain shower |
Like it need sunshine |
I know I can make it, you know you can make it, We can make it |
If you get on yo Grind… |
Rain keeps fallin… music by ALC |