Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nice Guy, artist - GQ. Album song Rated Oakland, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gq, Jamla
Song language: English
Nice Guy |
| Daydreamin' in a night sky |
| The crazy mind of a nice guy, fuck is you? |
| My eye twitching, palm itching I need calamine |
| They don’t love you they just fake it, Valentine |
| Praying for peace in Palestine |
| But not even a Ghandi quote, Martin or Malcolm line |
| Can help you from the crossfire |
| My heart wired, don’t unplug me |
| Two or three, I was in a onesie watching Gumby |
| Like was the movie good? |
| I only caught the end |
| Off a stem my words cross, off the wind |
| I should the slickest nigga outta war petroleum |
| And I ain’t in the beef unless you mean Mongolian |
| Look out for me, I’m a sniper to a podium |
| Oakland, just in case they wanna know where homie from |
| Memory lane trips, tripping over a couple |
| Reading a play, my camera play over a huddle |
| Daydreaming in a night sky |
| The crazy mind of a nice guy, fuck is you? |
| Bet a slide on it like cool runners |
| Eyes slit like cucumbers |
| Now gettin' toasted is a part of life |
| Is what I’m doin' far from right? |
| Too much cargo carriet can’t carry it |
| My family matter like I’m married to Harriette |
| Forgive me doc, for see I have been on an island |
| By myself in these pair of boots that I’m hiking in |
| Frightening, tightroping the string of a violin |
| Knew I had it when Flintstones was vitamins |
| See in my game the umpire win |
| I’m just up with the vampires hustlin' for that tiger skin |
| Artists see themselves as a target, fuck it I’m rifling |
| Every rhyme is in my will with every line I die for them |
| I die for you goodbye to you, tranquilize, numb it some |
| Working with a legend while seeing others becoming one, its crazy |
| Another morning I’m waking up bothered |
| Try to tie it all together, I’m fixing my collar |
| Holla at me before I leave |
| Cause when I’m gone I only comeback for what I need |
| Try to converse, experience be the dialect |
| They’ll probly blame me for it, fuck it I accept |
| I see these papers lying on the desk |
| Couldn’t find the strength to climb, found me lying on the steps |
| Gotta keep my eyes out, gate open I’m flying west |
| Most that I can do is have them stuck to me like spider nets |
| Like state from me I ain’t tryna stress |
| All I do is try to rest, daily I’m just hunted by a lioness |
| I’m Klondikin' you polar bears in open air |
| My head hurt, no braids in my head |
| Walking on a castle bridge keep me from moat paddling |
| Bout to drop another tape, me and Rap both travelling |
| This shit crazy, everybody change around me |
| Including the one I thought never would |
| I’m never good, as I would like to be |
| So what they say about y’all? |
| Same nigga in the booth, same nigga that’s out it dog |
| This part’ll get ya, let me explain, what up Clarissa? |
| Good Golly miss molly, I buncha little Richards |
| Raspberry tea buzzing like barber clippers |
| About my books like spades and Coach Carter with us |
| Couldn’t catch my old shit, I’m throwing harder pitches |
| Well 9th, I guess we do know what Harvard get us |
| Modern day Martin still writing my speech |
| The tide’s low so I ride on the beach |
| Barely touching, I’m light on my feet |
| No Bay to Break cause I’m cyclin' streets |
| Jamla be the label I was born to |
| Don’t try to act like we ain’t warn you |