Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Here, artist - GQ. Album song Death Threats & Love Notes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gq, Jamla
Song language: English
Back Here |
No matter what I’m just glad I’m alive |
Went off a cliff and happened to fly |
Just think, I left home without having cash and a ride |
Dreamin for months, lookin for cuts, glass in his eye |
Knew this rappin would happen, the shorties acting surprised |
Casual demeanor, never slackin with pride |
What I think? |
Quite impressive, what a passionate guy |
Promises broke, finger flip, new story is told |
Strait without a jacket, it’s crazy fightin the cold |
And they write in a code cuz they lines don’t explain much |
Happiness is make up, a smile is what I can’t trust |
And my life really nothing more than just a paintbrush |
Niggas disguised, bitches tryna catch rides like Bangbus |
Hard for me to swallow pride, think I need a chaser |
They help you then they hate you and you can’t return the favor |
That’s why as of lately every day been on repeat |
I’m after everything, but will it ever make me feel complete? |
So what if I ain’t got access to a actress |
At home keys that lead to any house on this address |
Does this mean I’m a failure? |
Does it mean what I dream is different from what I tell ya? |
Hopefully what I’m plottin is something they closely watchin |
My only option is time and I’m runnin out of it |
Countin and more to pennies and dimes, passing plenty of signs |
Are they for me? |
Question is so confusing, directions get |
I just got on this road and already ready to exit it |
So many critics and ticket buyers were negligent |
Hate the way that I play, I just say they show no benevolence |
Sippin on medicine just to help em be patient |
Family members taken, identities be mistaken |
I’m arguing with myself, myself can no longer take it |
Facin another morning, next morning will they awaken? |
Doubt in my mind amounted, too crowded, no longer vacant |
Fakin just like reality, loving, hugging, embrace it yea |
Chasin, no liquor runnin, ain’t look for somethin to phase it |
Yea, deep as a basement, they look at me and amaze me |
He be cleanin in comment, rock solid straight out the pavement |
Rushin like women up in they 30's, look for engagements garb |
Hold this against me, don’t do it, I’m just a human |
Blessings don’t wanna ruin, just sick and tired assuming |
Tell my guardian angel your wings keep me up on it |
And runnin before a force, I’m stumbling, knees bucklin |
Shout out to the haters, I love em but I don’t fuck with them |
Til death do me part from my real niggas, I’m stuck with them |
Can’t let it go, I guess that’s what our efforts sow |
Extricate, writin and thinkin what if you aksed to blow? |
Random thought, clear fluid, see to it my stress is low |
I know they dig my vibe, rely on my essence smoke |
I hope my mama and I with that aggression go |
Got problems between each other, they never express it though |
Another chapter, skippin a page, how that happen? |
It’s a neverending story, feeling Sebastian |
Giddy up and they lookin like what you look up on? |
A couple thoughts of mine, I really hope they all hit home |
I sit at home just starin up at the ceiling |
Like will it open up for me cuz I’m close as fuck |
At home starin up at the ceiling |
Like will it open up for me cuz I’m close as fuck |