Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hopeless, artist - Şevin. Album song 4eva Mobn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Hopeless |
| Everything out here seems hopeless |
| Gotta bury all my friends so low |
| I’m trying just to keep my focus |
| They tell me You could cleanse my soul |
| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap |
| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep |
| Before the Lord |
| Bad apple rotten to the core |
| No remorse death on the piano playing course |
| Watch for the snakes I’m a ape with the torch |
| In the Toyota gettin green |
| Yoda lifting with the force |
| Hu |
| My little rellies only rap when they bored |
| And they trapped because they actually poor |
| Grab the mack |
| It’s a jack |
| Lift ya frame off the floor |
| Hit your house |
| Clean it out |
| Yes we came to do chores |
| It just rains and it pours |
| Committing murder just to get accepted |
| And never speaking to the tech |
| Just one drop a poison it’s all infected |
| My neighborhood’s a baby that has been neglected |
| It’s crazy |
| Cuz wisdom from a square we don’t respect it |
| He gave us life |
| Unfit mothers we abortin it |
| Died for our sins left hangin |
| He’s anointing it |
| God’s will unfortunate |
| Mission where the coordinates for truth |
| Go wild an animal when you corner it |
| Ain’t nothing sweet |
| Had the teeth with the Cinnabon strips |
| Guilty |
| Yep |
| Until we proven in the Son |
| Hot boy I’m always in the sun |
| Nah I ain’t fittin to run |
| Faithful woman I’m trying to get me one |
| Young and sad from momma’s room |
| Smelling burnt plastic |
| Scattered ashes on the ave |
| We can’t afford a casket |
| Work stashed him right inside a laundry basket |
| Pray for pain bare faced |
| I can’t mask it |
| Everything out here seems hopeless |
| Gotta bury all my friends so low |
| I’m trying just to keep my focus |
| They tell me You could cleanse my soul |
| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap |
| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep |
| Everything out here seems hopeless |
| Gotta bury all my friends so low |
| I’m trying just to keep my focus |
| They tell me You could cleanse my soul |
| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap |
| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep |
| For real |
| I came fresh up out the soup where they be boiling people |
| You can’t have righteous fruit if the soil is evil |
| And even though on every corner there’s a steeple |
| And they claim to be disciples they don’t fight for justice or the people |
| See I was a youngin' you never found in class |
| Dreaming of a mound of cash |
| SK and a pound of hash |
| A broken hearted thug |
| I was in need of guidance |
| And they told me God was love |
| But all I seen was violence |
| I witnessed hella murders with my own eyes |
| Out here you’d break fast to get some ketchup on your home fries |
| And who cares to wipe its tears if a stone cries |
| I’ve grown wise |
| How can you reap the truth if you’ve sown lies |
| The devil’s serving I worked for my own death |
| Guess I was kinda like a whale to try swallowing the sea |
| The mere fact that I am here |
| Mind boggling to me |
| And what ya’ll calling luck was God’s sovereign decree |
| For real |
| They say I over compliment the streets |
| But you’re only concerned with that |
| Cuz you don’t comprehend the streets |
| Speaking all that Christianese |
| They don’t comprehend your speech |
| Killas that be quick to squeeze |
| Are not the kind you tend to reach |
| Huh |
| They took my rellies bread up out his stash |
| Tossed his body in the dumpster and he bled out on the trash |
| We settle for the dark |
| Cuz the light is hard to find |
| I love my rellies to the heart |
| I pray for lifers all the time |
| Yeah |
| I spit for the gangsters but this ain’t trippin music |
| It’s a different movement that sticks with ya til you get improvement |
| And the hood still love me cuz I contribute to it |
| Focus on the Father blood I promise that he’ll get us through it |
| And the hood gon' love you if you contribute to it |
| Focus on the Father blood I promise He gon' get you through it |
| Everything out here seems hopeless |
| Gotta bury all my friends so low |
| I’m trying just to keep my focus |
| They tell me You could cleanse my soul |
| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap |
| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep |
| Everything out here seems hopeless |
| Gotta bury all my friends so low |
| I’m trying just to keep my focus |
| They tell me You could cleanse my soul |
| I wanna pray but I also know that talk is cheap |
| And I wanna stay but it’s like I’m out here walking sleep |