Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uh Oh, artist - Hendersin. Album song No Rhyme or Reason, Vol 2: Just a Sample, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hendersin
Song language: English
Uh Oh |
Way too much to gain, no bass, no treble |
I’m tryna' pull some strings, something like Gepetto |
When these burdens that’s concerning getting heavier than metal |
Taking over like a pilgrim but I still would never settle |
Too often; |
they always end up talking but then they end up like Chris |
They always end up walking by-ay |
Been chasing dreams 'til my feet hurt |
'Til they put me in a Double XL T-Shirt (T-Shirt) |
Nah, I’m talking about the ones with the editors |
Competitors, they call me like I owe em, creditors' |
But I don’t owe you nothin' |
Your wise words I didn’t take em' |
Cause those opportunities I got, remember you ain’t make em |
So yeah, your intrudance a bit of a nuisance |
Take a penny, leave a penny, bitch keep your two cents |
Out stepping your boundaries, walking on the baseline |
You should just focus on yourself, FaceTime |
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table |
While I look outside |
So many things I’d say if only I were able |
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by |
You’ve got opinions, man |
We’re all entitled to 'em, but I never asked |
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine |
And get out of here fast |
Ever occur to you, that maybe I’m right |
Your green with envy, but I’m the one in the limelight? |
Sacrificing all these prime years, cause I’m tryna find connects |
Most people my age just trying to find beers |
I’m trying to find time, there is no guideline |
It’s easy just to hate when you been sitting on the sidelines |
But I can bet that, if the tables turned |
You wouldn’t be so quick to judge, court adjourned |
You should learn your advicewell I really didn’t need it |
You told me to stop, and instead I just preceded |
Should of receded, to the back, something like a hairline |
I don’t give a flying fuck, still getting airtime |
Comments, keep them to yourself, just be greedy |
And next time that you see me gonna be up on the TV |
Bet you watch the program, time waits for no man |
So I’m a get em' hip, like they dancing to a slow jam |
Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table |
While I look outside |
So many things I’d say if only I were able |
But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by |
You’ve got opinions, man |
We’re all entitled to 'em, but I never asked |
So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine |
And get out of here fast |
Yeah, I mean, I never really asked about your opinion, so |
I don’t even know why you’re talking right now (Uh Oh) |