Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hurt Cobaine, artist - Isaiah Rashad. Album song Welcome To The Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.12.2014
Record label: Suburban Ent
Song language: English
Hurt Cobaine |
| Brain: These Dre beats are too fucking good bro, they too clear; |
| Rashad: Shut Up, get out my head; |
| Brain: They make a nigga insecure and shit; |
| Rashad: get out my head; |
| Brain: Ima put my glasses on- |
| Rashad: Get out my fucking head… Shit; |
| Brain: Im drunk- |
| Rashad: No I’m not- |
| Brain: I have recorded every song for this motherfucker drunk as hell- |
| Rashad: No I haven’t- |
| Brain: Or at least partially intoxicated, or a little high… oh fuck the police |
| too- |
| Rashad: Okay |
| And I will never grow up, I’m a grown ass kid |
| I swear that I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did |
| From fucking with Bree, to rolling on E |
| But it inspired all these verses that’s flowing from me |
| I got Aquemini up in my tape deck |
| The art of storytelling, so compelling when you face it |
| This liberation, Antwan Patton taught me the basics |
| This forty, oldy, dopey, oh, suppose you’ll never make it |
| From your comfort zone, you so scary fucking complacent |
| Man these niggas losers, and they see this dark ass tint and wanna pull us |
| Over so they can search us, camera, yes sir, I purchased |
| I live right up the street, I’m black, i.e. I’m worthless |
| I was slinging my penis, I’m just learning the meaning |
| Of keep it safe with a rubber, these bitches playing and scheming |
| I’m smoking out of my demons, I’m hoping momma don’t see this |
| Me living my life by the day and downplaying my genius |
| Like goddamn, will I go out like lead singers in rock bands |
| I think that suicide is closer than mic stands |
| When I say that, know that I’m meaning that you can fight |
| For you dreams, but losers stand in between it |
| Am I gonna fall to my fears or shall I conqueror my kingdom |
| Some days we make it happen, some days we playing dreamers |
| I wonder if daddy miss me, sometimes I scream fuck 'em |
| But I wonder if he miss me, sometimes I roll another |
| And I go to the store, plastic cup and my henny |
| I ain’t tripping on hoes, you can have it, there’s plenty |
| She was cheating on me and play me off like it’s really |
| A consequence of my actions, like I drove you to sinning |
| And you a bitch, and even when you say you love me, you a bitch |
| I pray you crash like Caroline into a ditch |
| And then I pray you make it out without a stitch |
| Sometimes I pray for miracles like they exist |
| I question faith, I question God, I got a list |
| Of all my woes and all my lows, I give you this |