Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Always, artist - Fredfades
Date of issue: 01.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Always |
No no, you can’t see me |
I don’t wanna see them either |
Better pray I don’t see em' |
Last time I seen em' was in the spice isle lookin' salty |
I stepped out with some warm brew in a cold breeze |
On my way to catch a airplane, go overseas |
Childhood dreams, looked down from the window seat like |
Who on the boulevard be spittin' like Ave? |
I got newborns and dying folks giving me dap |
I got two arms three legs kickin' these raps |
All three falling asleep when I listen to cats |
Always |
Outta pocket like a grown kangaroo |
They can’t see me on a cloudy afternoon, Ave |
You can catch me in some panties near you |
Or sharing fruits with Akashik on some Mutual I shit |
We on that other tip till the mothership appears |
The humble hustle will document the fields |
We lost some good ones, lost in their ways |
But through these sounds we will be here always |
Peace |
I don’t know what they want from me |
Can’t you see? |
I’m giving you everything |
Mobbin' down my block with a arm full of records |
Swosh, disintegrated on my Cortez’es |
In my head I hear the chords from The Message |
Especially when life is pushing me closer towards the edge is |
Gotta keep my boat rowing towards the treasures |
Gotta keep it going for the legends |
Things is lookin' good as baby girl in them leggings |
When you gotta do a double take to see it for a few more seconds |
Always stay in tune with these blessings |
Even when they in disguise, but I’m like they ain’t gotta hide |
A nigga stock on the incline |
And those tryin' to deny, I’m like why the fuck you lyin'? |
Always |
Yeah, MED |
Some real shit going down |
Look |
Came up from the bottom like |
Air bubbles and Sprite, day and nite |
Live my life the? |
My click long sided |
Move ?, move interlude when I rhyme |
MED outta groove like a diamond 4'5 static for the candid |
Duvets for the 2 step, music for the grind made me Hugh Hefs |
Cross planets, more Ex’s than mathematics |
On good terms of return sex and cooked salmon |
Champion Sound pounding out the Benz wagon |
Speedin',? |
Behind tent leanin' |
Speakin' of the inner ways |
See the scheme of waist |
Meditatin' lightning zage prayin' on better days |
Lately I don’t trust none |
Come from age, laying low as customs |
We gettin' paid, haze cloud is the only shade around |
And memory of? |
Will always hold it down for the OX C |
Sincerely yours MED |
Bitch nigga |