Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Unabomber , by - J. Cole. Song from the album Truly Yours, J. Cole, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.08.2017
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Unabomber |
| Yeah |
| Fresh off the motherfucking broadcast |
| And I’m here, fuego nigga |
| Yeah, hey, uh, it’s happening fast |
| Yeah, uh |
| I told niggas on the low, but they ain’t hear it though |
| Boy that man in the mirror is a miracle |
| Hey wipe your face, momma told you no more tears would flow |
| We eating better than we was a few years ago |
| Send you Western Union on my pay day, a week later it’s May day |
| So you returned the favor, we stayed afloat like some sailors |
| Bill collectors blowing us up, the couldn’t fade us |
| Bitch I made straight A’s, go ‘head, try and degrade us, haters |
| But this one’s funny: man one year later I was on them phones |
| Collecting money, a lesson for me: everybody’s got a story dog |
| Unfortunately learned I can’t do nothing for you dog |
| I’m trying to run the whole game like a morning jog |
| With hits like a porno blog |
| Not hopping out to shower to make ten dollars an hour |
| Ain’t judging though, to each his own |
| You pay your bills and raise your kids inside a decent home |
| More power to you, but a message to you fuck niggas |
| I hope your kids grow up and never wanna fuck with you |
| This punk nigga knocked up two hoes at the same time |
| And told this nigga they was lying dog, they ain’t mine |
| That’s cold blooded but ain’t nothing new |
| Same old, fuck it though, what’s up with you? |
| If you made it this far listening without skipping |
| Then I gotta show love, don’t worry I’m just venting |
| The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission |
| And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position |
| Tuck that ass in and then I went and grabbed a pen |
| And now you have it, words flowing like magic, it’s truly accurate |
| You niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant! |
| Nobody touching me, it’s like I got the cooties rapping |
| Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers? |
| Yeah that was random, but man, so is life |
| You grab your needle, grab your thread, and hope you sew it right |
| I find myself fiendin' for a spot to go at night |
| With the liquor flowing steady and the hoes polite |
| The fast lane makes me reminisce on slower life |
| The unabomber, bitch I’m blowing up over night (BOOM!) |
| Hey, yo, it’s happening fast |
| I say it’s happening fast |
| All the drama that I had to get past |
| Will it last? |
| Or will it pass? |
| Just as quick as it came |
| Hoes knowing my name |
| Dog, welcome to fame |
| I pray to God we don’t change |
| But even if you don’t |
| Most niggas look at you strange |
| But I guess I can’t complain (Hey) |
| Hey man it’s happening fast |
| I say it’s happening fast |
| I say it’s happening fast |