Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No One but Me, artist - Izzy StrangeDate of issue: 01.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No One but Me |
| Low head, High Step |
| I believe in what I’m doing |
| But they ain’t convinced yet, nah |
| I been low, I been down |
| But ain’t no one but me |
| Gonna turn my life around, yeah |
| Only you can turn your life around, yeah |
| Only you can turn your life |
| (Mick Jenkins Verse 1) |
| And I would never give that man no fish |
| Teach a nigga how to catch his own |
| Roll a joint or we can match a zone |
| Hooked to the style like the jackets |
| I got Velcro patches on |
| They gonna try to rip me off |
| Niggas barely even on |
| Niggas barely went to prom |
| They still tryin to send me off |
| Nurse is tryin to send me home |
| She seen one too many coughs |
| They’ll hit you with the breaks |
| Like a condom |
| Its unexpected |
| Its easy to get your consciousness |
| Pregnant with negatives |
| Watch and fake the confidence |
| Fishing for empty compliments |
| They just play kind to it |
| They don’t see the consequences |
| Stop |
| Sleeping on the fact |
| That we built this nation from nothing |
| From cotton — that’s too much genius |
| Can’t stop it, that’s on my soul — |
| Stop |
| Feeding what impress us |
| To include a soul |
| Accept it |
| Just the presence is a blessing |
| And they already know |
| (Hook) |
| (Izzy Strange Verse 2) |
| Demons sitting on my chest |
| My body’s in paralysis |
| Pressures pushing me to depths |
| I ain’t ever know exist |
| I’m just tryin to catch my breath |
| All the candles blown |
| Can’t make another wish |
| All my problems I will own |
| And watch these walls break another fist |
| Whatevers falling first |
| I’ve been picking up the pieces |
| So I guess I’m well rehearsed |
| Well reserved |
| Put it in reverse |
| Make sure I kill it worse |
| Shotgun was the word |
| When i’m rolling in the hearse |
| I just want to make it to the other side of the moon |
| Other side of the fence, other side of the crack spoon |
| Are we making rent? |
| making due? |
| making friends? |
| Making true to who I want to be in the end? |
| How much time you got to spend? |
| I’ll be here forever |
| Even after they kill the trend |
| Even after they fill us in |
| Happily ever after, my friend |
| Every after math re-begins |
| Tell me where you been? |
| I been calling on a bunch of ghosts |
| Well, whoopee |
| There’s gold south of the burgh |
| So book me |
| You might not see the path |
| But you’ll see where it took me |
| Never did the math |
| Too busy playing hooky |
| Been trying to throw me off |
| But still ain’t ever shook me |
| Hit the mic without a cough |
| You ain’t playing with a rookie |
| Or reg bushy |
| One tough cookie |
| Just keep pushing |
| Like beat pussy |
| Each lesson is a blessing |
| But you already know |
| (hook) |