| Sometimes my weakness still surprises me
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| I try to fight it but the pussy mesmerizes me
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| I ain’t even worried 'bout how tight it be
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| Don’t know what I’m doing, if it’s wrong or if it’s right of me
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| I get so excited b
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| Every time a cutie’s saying hi to me
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| I ain’t trying to lie to her
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| I lie to me
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| Guess that that’s the irony
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| Nontheless I’m tireless entirely
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| Now she thinks she needs a tire iron and an eye on me
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| Time to face my mommy issues finally
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| Time to take the oil to the refinery
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| She’d be always rolling eyes and sighing at the sight of me
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| She was always fighting me
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| Got all in my psyche
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| Ever since it seems the thought of being alone has always frightened me
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| To the point that people used to liken me
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| To some type of player
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| But I wasn’t playing
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| I was always praying she’d be staying
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| All of those erections and different directions I’d be swaying
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| Had me feeling like a phony
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| One day I’m always calling her, calling her tenderoni
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| Next day I’m feeling lonely
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| See I ain’t never give these women time to be my homey
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| I’s busy tryna take em home, I need someone to hold me
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| I never took the time to let em show me
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| I’s all for moving forward wit the unknown till I found out they didn’t know me
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| My heart was those degrees below
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| That shit was all bologna
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| I wanted that Maria meeting Tony
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| And now I’m sitting home and steady on the bone, and got to one to blow me
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| I got no one and got no one and only
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| And luckily I’m in the zone with writing songs 'cause time be moving slowly
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| Without no one to work the pole or want to ride the pony
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| I’m also into cuddling
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| But I’m never cool just being a hunk, I’m always trying to be the husband
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| Yo, it be just a couple pumps, I’m trying to call her pumpkin
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| I always knew that I was up to something
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| Yo look all in my file, my whole style been denial and delusion
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| I wanted the illusion
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| I’d speak on future, that shit would confuse em, I was using em
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| Figured since I usually was choosy when I was choosing em
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| Found em then I frowned on the notion of ever losing em
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| I became a loser tho
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| Saying all the right things for the wrong reasons
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| Thought I’s honest so my conscious and conversations were clear
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| But entire situations my motivation was fear
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| Currently my motivation is willingness to evolve
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| Hear the voices, I don’t listen, I’ve discipline and resolve
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| There’s no need to answer yes to every single invitation
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| Had enough of playing doctor
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| Time to play some operation
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| More preciser mouvements
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| Less the oscillation
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| More procrastination
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| Less the proclamations
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| Less the oscillation
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| This is something that I owe to myself
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| One to grow with’s the goal of taking a hold of myself
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| I don’t know
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| How that’s gonna go
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| But it’s gotta go
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| Hot or cold yo I’mma hold on tight and yell «Geronimo!!»
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| Not opposed to trying to be adult and try a new approach
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| And am quite excited at the prospect of some new results
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| Get my head right 'stead of always trying to poke
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| Get my heart right while it still has got a pulse, before it’s broke
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| Get the venom and the sickness out my system before I find another victim
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| Only one that’s even truly on my wish list is my wisdom
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| So I’m off my shit and on to right my ship and keep it steady
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| When I meet her, I’ll be ready, if we haven’t met already
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| Take a rest then rescue me, acting like a refugee
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| Which has been my specialty, but the truth shall set me free
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| I been fishy as a fisherman with fishes in the sea
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| But now the hydra’s slain, I’m hydroplaning, plain as you can see
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| someone to spoon with soon as I can sleep
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| Now I’m off to make the ladies swoon as soon as I can be
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| Peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grand Pupa , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Hallways, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп