Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find Me, Pt.2, artist - Ivan Ave. Album song Helping Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jakarta
Song language: English
Find Me, Pt.2 |
| Find me |
| Find me |
| Find me before it’s too late |
| Find me peeping this Eve with the applebum |
| Ain’t been in trouble for a while, I’m about to grab me some |
| My record sold out faster than who you voted for last election |
| Yo, you better not be late like that time of the month |
| Chastity belt, swag rappers trying to stunt |
| Til they find the key, can’t fuck with us properly |
| Find me flyer than the birds and the bees |
| Fly like Earth used to be |
| Find me channeling Earl Klugh in these streets |
| You sweet, I could tell by how you move, uh |
| New Jack Emperor, I can tell you’re new |
| Lukewarm temperature, my flame blue |
| You could find me in the stu finding some knowledge in loops |
| Or find me trying to face the door in the morning |
| Walking that tight rope with high hopes and the thoughts of falling |
| Opportunity won’t dance with you long as you’re by the wall, son |
| Try to find the way to walk on one |
| Find me |
| Find me |
| Find me before it’s too late |
| Find me |
| Find me |
| Find me before it’s too late |
| Find me |
| Find me |
| Find me before it’s too late |
| I found that a steady drip of water makes a hole in the rock |
| The way you walk, shit that hole in your socks, don’t stop |
| My pops showed me with an orange and some marbles |
| How the planets move along in the dark, shit was ill |
| How many dog-years in a god-minute? |
| This armpit of the cosmos, we all up in it, huh? |
| Find me all up in my feelings, feeling gratitude |
| Find me talking to myself really trying to |
| Like how many potential siblings got skeeted on sheets |
| You could’ve been a still-born baby, you breathe and you’re here |
| You could’ve been canceled or delayed by a million years |
| You could’ve been a rock or wave, man you breathe, you’re here |
| There’s people trying to get here on boats |
| They found closed gates and «hell no’s», instead of «hello's» |
| For every petal on the rose, there’s mad thorns and shit |
| History’s gonna find us like, «they was on some shit» |
| Find me |
| Find me |
| Find me before it’s too late |
| Again, again |
| My boy called me when they found you |
| Next time I find you, again |
| Last time I saw her, was her birthday due |
| Some people call it death, some people call it birth number two |
| Got to know later she bled out under a full moon |
| Now she’s on my mind every month when it’s due |
| First time somebody I knew decided to do |
| What I was too young to even fathom, how you choose it? |
| How you arrive at the conclusion to resign as a human? |
| Or rather rewind the loop, til before you were born? |
| But… now i know how it gets too raw |
| Probably wasn’t built for the speed but we were taught to move forward |
| Who would’ve thought she gon' drop from a cliff |
| Her body hit, I was just a kid, I assumed the soul soared |
| Wondering how the stoop felt, because I mean, I’m not doing too well |
| Two truths too heavy to dwell on |
| I really wish you had some bigger Duracells on |
| Maybe you could tell me more the next time i find you |
| Again… again… |
| Next time I find you |
| My boy called me when they found you |
| The end |