Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bless Up, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Veins, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Bless Up |
| Word indeed |
| True indeed |
| Yes indeed |
| With all certainty |
| Definitely |
| Definitively |
| I’m from the era of team sports and jean shorts |
| Ain’t no need to wonder if I’m reinforced |
| I spend them funds to be in floors |
| New NYC, Sand’s finished |
| Yeah right homie, enjoy them fifteen minutes |
| For all my real heads that been down, bless up |
| You won’t find me using NYC for playing dress-up |
| Before press, vote for respect when cats pressed up |
| Dwight here caught a bottle on the F, it was F’ed up |
| I grew up choosing a rhyme |
| And then rewinding it |
| Not sure if I’m losing my mind |
| Or if I’m finding it |
| This brother wanna hear the slow Sand shit |
| This brother wanna hear the fast Sand shit |
| This sister wanna hear the first Sand shit |
| This sister wanna hear the last Sand shit |
| Me, I’m tryna write the new Sand shit |
| And all the time I’m tryna write the true Sand shit |
| Understand these other cats are just saying shit |
| We ain’t even in the same boat, not in the same ship |
| All I’m saying is I be slaying shit |
| I’s a brother swimming back to Africa after jumping off the slave ship |
| So don’t talk to me bout swimming with sharks |
| Thank your lucky stars it don’t even start |
| Wonder if imma have to buy the farm |
| For people get to buying the art |
| All I make is hits but still can’t hit the side of a barn |
| Broke the sanctity of reflex down three steps |
| On a park bench reading Moby Dick in-between sets |
| I never made it to greek fest to freaknik |
| I be mostly with a sweet chick on some sweet shit |
| As of recent, I dabbled in more indecent |
| Yo I ain’t tryna buy I’m tryna lease it |
| Or even tryna rent though technically yes I’d rather join ride it |
| Unless I peep an oil liden |
| I’m moving near sighted prefer to crash and hate to be invited, word up |
| Feel so good, like being reunited |
| Been tempted to put a minor on to my d*** |
| Yo I’m just keeping it funky, the legal age out in Canada is comfy |
| My female pursuit is something like my soup, I like em chunky |
| Live day to day, but I still prefer a weekly or a monthly |
| I turned down (…) |
| To change it every meal, everyday for a leap year |
| But money, molly, fashion, murder rap is straight infant |
| Does anyone besides me have the balls of being different |
| I know I’m on Babylon hit-list, that’s why I keep my number unlisted |
| Everyone with known math, hoping on tracks, no mission |
| Bunch of acting like, no vision |
| But take a listen, How nice to separate the lies from admissions |
| I bet you’ll find its worth the price of admission |