Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heyyy, artist - Grits. Album song Redemption, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.11.2006
Record label: Gotee
Song language: English
Heyyy |
| Hey! |
| Taxing with the traction |
| I’m parlaying in my zone |
| Forget what they gonna say |
| Haters and their fake gators |
| Catered to the ideals |
| That we gonna break, shake, at the site of my wheels |
| Turning like 20, 20 |
| Hundred spokes on baby blues |
| Powdered like the Johnsons |
| Once its done, and its being viewed |
| Relaxing when I… hey |
| Taxing with the traction |
| I’m parlaying in my zone |
| Forget what they gonna say |
| Hey… |
| Hey, find the moment together, all the evidence |
| Fathomed what is sub-sequential |
| Paths in the barrel, we lobsters and we love to pinch you |
| Get you in a bind like notebook paper |
| Kidnapper of innocents, oh you the ones who take em? |
| Run em hard, bend em break us |
| Fools, whose? |
| Say it, say it |
| Choose trues playa playa |
| Whose blues? |
| Don’t confuse the blues, clues, playa playa |
| Why don’t you chose the tools that’s gonna well equip |
| Keep you fresh like celibate |
| And maybe one of these days we’ll fellowship |
| Ain’t that a trip! |
| Ha, ha, you must’ve missed it |
| Ha, ha, ha, Don’t get it twisted |
| Ha, Take the time, revisit |
| Is it what the games been missin'? |
| Do you know that lanes change? |
| Or do you simply underestimate the fact |
| A new outlook could evolve and brain change |
| I don’t just be sayin' things |
| Allow my heart to know the words |
| Played the bubble, bask and glow, luminescent, laugh and double |
| Troubles abound, rebound, to shake the fiber of our being |
| Seein' status for a moment |
| Warning: a crack destroying each component |
| I hear the chitter chatter but it never matter |
| Flip with paper batter, tryin to get these themes fatter |
| Seem to make these haters matter |
| Look at em, so sound, bout to cry, no sir, but my flesh won’t let me do it |
| Got me numb to all emotion |
| Like the killer with a post it |
| Im all off in my zone man |
| Wish theyd leave me ‘lone man |
| Understand their bone |
| Tryin' to lead them to the throne |
| Where there’s healing for the soul |
| And the least is made whole |
| And the grown is getting' born again |
| Severed from the secret sin |
| Hidden from the eyes of man |
| Hopeless on the ropes again |
| Drownin in the shallow end |
| Takin' dirty water in |
| Quickly dying slowly |
| Slippin' deep into the distance |
| I’m pressin' with the sisters |
| Resisting the resistors |
| They’re trackin' my sisters |
| My commitment is consistent |
| So they listen when they listen in |
| And digress to digest the diction’s definition |
| And bypass the backlash of hater’s that forget ‘em |