Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strangers, artist - Evidence. Album song Cats & Dogs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Strangers |
It’s never leave some weed on the table with a stranger |
Shit, I can barely even trust my friends |
Maybe with my lady, not trees of the mends |
I mean really why even should I try and test it socially |
Catch them in the act and end up having to approach them |
Entertain the story while it’s testing on my patience |
Why the f*ck you think I spent this money on surveillance |
While I’m on the other side of Earth without assistance |
Pitchin' in the night singin' «Evy goes the distance» |
At home the same shit is goin' on, I don’t miss it |
It’s a nice place to live, but I wouldn’t wanna visit |
Never steppin' out the car or on the stage without a purpose |
Ghost-ride the whip like I’m ghost writing verses |
Afraid to come and go so I take fame in little doses |
Director of these photos so the aim remains focused |
Hold still right there, hold still |
I ain’t holier than now or tryna even act superior |
Half the shit I rap about I’m speaking from experience |
I’m livin' at the beach, about as west as the Earth goes |
People get deceived, seein' gangsters dressed in surf clothes |
From earth where they birthin' those flows to set the world off |
On a wet park bench drinkin' OJ and Smirnoff |
I seen it through my own three and speak it how I heard it |
Never tell it how it wasn’t, I only pin that harder |
I been tourin' constantly, so there’s wear and tear value |
That merits all the lows to terrace highs and travel |
Document this madness till the day I come unraveled |
And retreat to the Matterhorn, baskin' in the castle |
On some Dennis Leary Asshole, f*ck you pay me shit |
I’ve come too far to get jacked and and give away the vics |
So right about now I think it’s ‘bout that time |
That I’ma let Rev kill while I chill on the rhyme |
What the f*ck |
I ain’t speakin' on my businesses in public when concerning deals |
Steppin' on stage like it’s light-bulbs or turning wheels |
In spite a couple nights of a thousand that I didn’t kill |
I still kept it peelin' out and steppin' up for Reverend Real |
Messages across the board are still remaining pinned up |
The opposite of dilated eyes that I begin with |
Nothin' is original |
Even under cloudy days sun is still shining |
Just rerouted and out of phase |
Lately when I walk I’ve been trying to hold my posture straight |
Hold my chin up then feel the love from across the way |
California love from Diego to across the bay |
All across the map to every single solitary state |
All across the baggage claim, all across the gate |
Some callin' it freight how I’m carrying weight |
Some callin' it fate while some others remain torn |
Some callin' it rain cause that’s when I brainstorm |