Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bangles, artist - Heems. Date of issue: 16.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bangles |
| Uh, Gandhi |
| On my way to the lab met my first real fan |
| Said my verse real grand |
| I said, «Please, chill Stan.» |
| Who I really write for, my moms and my brother |
| That’s why I’m really quite raw, my songs is my lover |
| Going no jimmy, my flow is so silly |
| Gandhi best rapper, got you going oh really |
| So, feel me when I say I never knew love, like new love |
| True thug, do drugs, then I ask for group hug |
| Baby so funny, you can call me Robin Williams |
| Got no money, you can catch me rob and steal some |
| Gandhi sounding real Pun, when I’m just a metaphor |
| Big Baby Gandhi why I love the cheddar for |
| The ones who want it the most are they who lack it |
| See me on the block in my Nehru jacket |
| With my Kufi on |
| With my Toufik (?) on |
| Vintage polo, looking kinda groovy, huh |
| I don’t know what else to do (etc…) |
| When I was under age I was unafraid |
| To step up on a stage |
| And request to get paid |
| Used to detest any weak bitch that would stand in my way |
| Like a Linksys, I was wireless, tireless |
| I just couldn’t be contained |
| Used to hang with my niggas |
| And sang with my niggas |
| Never slanged with my niggas |
| Just used the internet and took pictures |
| Used to put them up on my LJ, my Xanga, my MySpace |
| Record songs at my place |
| To meet my CD-R release date |
| Used to meet Kate, with her sweet face |
| Cause of my race, she liked my taste |
| And liked my songs, I liked her thong |
| We got it on, but it felt wrong |
| So I gave her back, like a rebate |
| But my life is rinse and repeat |
| Now I’m with Kate, in New York State |
| And life’s great |
| And I can’t hate |
| I don’t know what else to do (etc…) |
| Greedhead Music |
| Mike said, «Rap about some beautiful shit.» |
| (Beauty) |
| I just want to rap about booties and simple shit (Booties!) |
| Beauty’s for the books, and I’m illiterate |
| 'Gobbled and Chewed up by the schools system' immigrant |
| Trying to make money like white people, and |
| Learn how to be figurative, less literal |
| Hyper literate, hyper referential |
| Rap too minimal |
| Trying to write for The Guardian about Pakistani generals |
| Old Guard sentinels |
| All god father with sensitive sweet sexy similies for your mind sense and shit |
| Dimension spins |
| I can’t drink as much |
| Stop smoking blunts |
| Don’t split the dutch |
| Think I’ll quit the drugs |
| Kicked to the curb, too much |
| You on whose nuts? |
| Still puff the herb |
| Dorothy & Herb, get my art collection up |
| Still can drink a little |
| Poor myself another cup |
| What’s up? |
| (x9) |
| I don’t know what else to do (etc…) |
| Mike doesn’t look happy |
| What’s up? |
| (x7) |