Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kumbaya, artist - Hopsin. Date of issue: 08.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kumbaya |
| Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support |
| When do I drop the torch? |
| Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with |
| It’s true, my thoughts are morbid |
| I’ma do my job, of course, shit |
| Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose |
| I’ma get it like, «Woo» |
| I done left it all behind me in Cali' |
| While yellin' goodbye to my family |
| I had to do a little soul search (Yeah) |
| All of my demons kept on fightin' and scrappin' |
| Inside of my mind, I was crashin' |
| Maybe I was having a growth spurt (Uh) |
| They tell me I should go out and mingle, it don’t work (What?) |
| I’ve contemplated on whether or not to smoke Purp (No) |
| Think you sick in the head? |
| Come visit my shed |
| I live on the edge, let’s jump, shit, I’ll go first |
| Mmm, yikes, quite preposterous (Yeah) |
| White kids soaking up the hype up off it |
| Hi, I’m Hopsin, I’m obnoxious |
| I’ve been token like the guy from Boston |
| Watch me rise to top ten (Yeah) |
| You know what I mean? |
| Ain’t no one like me |
| I’ma turn all of my haters to some overnight fiends |
| I done made a lot of money from exposing my grief (What?) |
| Flow catch bodies like it’s COVID-19, nigga |
| Bitch, listen, I’m exerting the gas fumes |
| I’m the asshole who goes to work in a bad mood (Yeah) |
| Me and my alter ego make a murderous rap group (Uh) |
| I’m handin' beef to niggas like I’m servin' up fast food (Yeah) |
| I should’ve been spazzed, now the burden has passed through |
| Haters wanna laugh at all the hurdles I ran through |
| But the word on the avenue (What?) |
| Is now they wanna watch UP |
| Like a fuckin' pervert in the bathroom |
| Nigga, ew, yuck (Yuh) |
| The ladies always tell me I’m a real cunt (Yuh) |
| These wack motherfuckers, that’s a meal lunch (Yeah) |
| On every instrumental, I’ma spill guts |
| And I’m still nuts (Hello) |
| Like RoboCop’s scrotum |
| I’m givin' niggas Hell but I really hope I’m not goin' |
| And if I do, I’m pullin' up with hoes in my foreign |
| While the Man above is watchin' with his Coke and popcorn |
| Well I guess I’m a villain, labeled as strange |
| Labeled a clown, labeled deranged |
| Labeled as someone you might put to shame |
| Labeled a freak, who’s unable to change |
| I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind |
| I am not someone you casually find |
| Where is the light? |
| Give me a sign |
| 'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind |
| And I’ma get it all out |
| Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support |
| When do I drop the torch? |
| Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with |
| It’s true, my thoughts are morbid |
| I’ma do my job, of course, shit |
| Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose |
| I’ma get it like, «Woo» |
| I been noticing a shift in the industry |
| Too many niggas who appear to be gritty |
| Flashin' they nice jewels (What?) |
| Braggin' about some pills and packin' a rifle (What?) |
| You just gon' be another rapper that dies soon (Boom) |
| That’s another body off the market |
| Rigor mortis seen him before police saw the carcass |
| Some of these niggas really 'bout it |
| They gon' show you all the corners |
| Now your mamma gotta see you droppin' slowly on a harness |
| Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it |
| The reject that you all love, I ain’t He-Man |
| Some niggas ain’t got a piss in pot they can pee in |
| They hate the planet so they come at you lookin' for revenge |
| That’s why I gotta go to sleep with the nine tucked |
| Niggas creepin' up, fuck it, I ain’t leavin' survivors |
| One squeeze and your spine bust (Ugh) |
| Actually, I don’t want your dirty corpse on my carpet |
| Get the fuck out of here |
| My attitude is that of a Hulk smash |
| Mixed with Tony Montana snortin' bags of his coke stash |
| If it’s true that I’m a savage at cold rap |
| I might as well rock a white jacket and Pulp hat |
| Dissin' me is like having your throat gagged |
| And fucked 'til your insides saggin' and prolapse |
| Big and 'Pac was a tragedy, no cap |
| But hearing me rap is like havin' 'em both back |
| Yeah, so how can you deny, not for rude as I? |
| Livin' on Cloud Nine, better believe the altitude is high |
| Niggas say, «The game’s better, Hopsin, now that you’ve arrived» |
| 'Bout to lace you motherfuckers with an album you can buy |
| Yes, I had to go retarded, I was dropped at birth (Yah) |
| Fuck all y’all, I’ma let my cock disperse |
| I got a constant urge to let the bombs emerge |
| And only time I’m worn out is when it’s Hopsin merch |
| I’m a villain, labeled as strange |
| Labeled a clown, labeled deranged |
| Labeled as someone you might put to shame |
| Labeled a freak, who’s unable to change |
| I’m sick in the head, I’m sick with the grind |
| I am not someone you casually find |
| Where is the light? |
| Give me a sign |
| 'Cause I got way too much shit on my mind |
| And I’ma get it all out |
| Kumbaya, my Lord, I might say things that you might not support |
| When do I drop the torch? |
| Bless my enemies, which whom I mop the floor with |
| It’s true, my thoughts are morbid |
| I’ma do my job, of course, shit |
| Can’t fit in my shoes, niggas wishin' I lose |
| I’ma get it like, «Woo» |
| Boom! |
| That’s another body off the market |