Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You, artist - Şevin. Album song 4eva Mobn, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
You |
| Yeah. |
| it’s all you mane |
| It’s all you Father |
| You know I’m sayin |
| Like my homeboy RMB said mane |
| We gotta make a covenant with our eyes you feel me? |
| Just make sure you focused on the right thing though, you know |
| Yeah, Dear Father I’m so close to the edge |
| My heart’s broken… hopes torn to shreds |
| Bottle full of Vodka, throat full of meds |
| When I land on the chopper… ghosts in my head |
| I’m tryin to pay the price can you change the fee? |
| I always thought I had game but he was gamin' me |
| Dear Lord, you gotta form a change in me |
| Cause your will is so far from what I’ve came to be |
| Every villain that I hang with’s feelin' the same anguish |
| We lost in the rain Lord it ain’t just me |
| It’s a dichotomy they say that I’m a leader so they follow me |
| I’m hollow all I follow is the liters that I’m swallowin' |
| Jesus if I’m heated when I’m speakin' please pardon me |
| I can’t relate to these people and hypocrisy so |
| Make haste and please keep me in your property |
| Cause… The snakes hate, they can’t keep up with a prodigy |
| They’re spiritually committing sodomy in bottom feed |
| Plottin' to slaughter me but all they gon' do is martyr me, mane |
| They actors they can’t even do stunts |
| You punks, ain’t no fruit punch in my arteries |
| I’m hard-a-ly sweet, this a new era |
| This is not a repeat |
| You could fill a few derricks with the water we weep |
| It’s a marriage when… God and me meet |
| Till they lay every part of me deep |
| I’m thankful for compassion, I feel it, it’s been with me |
| Up to bat and if it’s crackin' I’m stealin' like Ken Griffey |
| Mama I’m tryin to be a refined diamond |
| So it’s only right that I sell a million in ten cities |
| Let’s be remembered for the good we’ve done |
| Life is more than the cheddar and the hood we from |
| Cause His love was measured on the wood he hung |
| Day to day we see pleasure like a good rerun |
| It’s… time to praise him like it should be done |
| You might not change the world but you could teach one |
| And I know without you what I would become |
| Once again these deaf niggas understood me none, Yup |
| There’s no reason without — you |
| My life has no meaning without — you |
| I’d be fiendin' without — you |
| So I’m never leavin' without — you |
| You guessed it… I’m tormented and sick |
| My whole life I’ve been getting the short end of the stick |
| Makes me wanna hit ‘em with a venomous prick |
| Put out their fire and then rip out the end of the wick |
| I could… bring out the bloods like feminine drip |
| Keep it YD official, blend ‘em in the the crips |
| There’s no surrender dog even when the generals hit |
| We out ya gate, ya’ll shaped like the end of a brick |
| Boy I’ve been in the pit where it’s sick but the Lord has seen us |
| Divine order time is shorter than the boy Zaccheus |
| Our Lord is Jesus, we don’t need a court to free us |
| Niggas fake man that’s why we don’t support the leaders |
| They don’t support us neither |
| They’d let us starve before they’d feed us |
| Spend money playin' God, tryin ta clone the fetus (anti-Christ) |
| The answer’s in the book, we need some different readers |
| It stack but it don’t cook we need some different heaters |
| It amps but it won’t umph, we need some different speakers |
| …Believers keep your eyes on Jesus |
| If you’re down with it, let all of creation abound in it |
| From Sac to my folks down in the Bay town on Seacrest |
| Every man in Christ is reborn creatures |
| We just tryin to live right, who gon' teach us? |
| Every man in Christ is reborn creatures |
| If we just tryin to live right then go on, teach us |
| There’s no reason without — you |
| My life has no meaning without — you |
| I’d be fiendin' without — you |
| So I’m never leavin' without — you |
| So gangsta |
| Yet so elegant |
| Might see me mob smob mobbin' in my element |
| We keep it crackin' on these Cali streets |
| Sittin' on some 20's bangin Jesus with the Dali heat |
| Don’t be pimped |
| For sure I had to bring it |
| Ghetto gospel has arrived in Sactown we got it slangin' uh |
| I hang with folks who drink 40's and smoke ganja |
| And for me I’m high on Christ sip sippin' on that Jamba |
| We mo' refreshin than them beverages |
| You dealin' with Sevin and the west coast evangelist |
| Come against the spirits of porn, lust, sex and thizz |
| Anti religious but we still handle our Father’s 'biz |
| Too many buttercup emcees don’t wanna hit on issues |
| They smile to your face but Judas, they still might kiss you |
| They run they mouth cuz in reality they jealous haters |
| So I stay focused on Christ the chosen one and real oasis |