Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What a Year It’s Been, artist - Injury Reserve. Album song Injury Reserve, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Loma Vista
Song language: English
What a Year It’s Been |
What a year it’s been, a lot of ups and downs |
Keep fallin' off the wagon, but never hit the ground |
Or should I say the bottom? |
That’s a place I’ll never go |
Was drinkin' hella heavy, had no self-control |
Started doubtin' myself, had no motivation |
Liquor and depression is a bad combination |
Ain’t doin' enough, just doin' the most |
Tasted some success, then I put that shit in coast |
Never comin' around, my ass was always ghost |
Not realizin' I hurt the ones I loved the most |
Refuse to fuck this up when our dream is too close |
Had to grow up and put my pride behind |
Got out of my funk, and now I feel alive |
Writin' verses with a smile while my daughter’s by my side, like |
Look mama, I made that |
Look mama, I made that |
«The boy is a star,» soon enough you can say that |
The boy came too far for me to just pick up and lay back |
Since way, way, way back, I been on playback |
And P be blendin' shit like Beethoven and Ajax |
Since Ye met A-Trak, Rozay got his first Maybach |
Been told that I been chasin' a dream, even with paychecks |
Even if my rent’s paid for, even if I pay state tax |
Even if it took me all across the world and way, way back |
Grandpa call it chasin' a dream and I can’t take that |
Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah |
Yeah, yeah |
(When you needed my mind but my pride took over) |
Check it, yo, check it |
With 48 percent, tryna make tragedy turn triumph |
But everybody tryna make family turn client |
How many shares you own on my dreams? |
Enough money can make any gathering turn riot |
Weekends full of distant daps and head nods |
Acknowledgin' niggas who really just binge awe |
Pshh, who, me? |
Nigga, I been calm |
I just sense when a nigga think I’ma be his pawn |
Yo, I heard a lot of bullshit within this last year |
All chirp, that shit’s for the birds |
If you ask here it’s been a fast year, I hear they only get faster |
With more chatter, yo, but that shit don’t matter, wassup? |
How far across you wanna go to go up faster? |
Is hard work worth it, or gettin' it all that matters? |
Yo, it’s like the difference between stairs and a ladder |
I’m for the latter, spellin' don’t change so many factors, wassup? |
You Mr. Me Too’s, I’m Mister Miyagi |
I fathered these niggas, this shit is a hobby |
No honor in some shit if niggas just copy, false valor-ass niggas |
You didn’t earn them stripes, you David Clarke-ass nigga |
Fuck you, nigga |
(Starts fucking up) |
I was who you depended on |
And I knew that you ran and called |
I was too cool to get involved |
If I was you I’d abandon all of me |
I mean honestly, I was down and lone |
I mean obviously, I was down to roll |
I just honestly needed time to grow |
And you needed my mind but my pride took over |