Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shiny Suit Theory, artist - Jay Electronica. Album song A Written Testimony, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Shiny Suit Theory |
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below |
My shrink told me, «It's a feeling they’ll never know» |
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show |
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below |
My shrink told me, «It's a feeling they’ll never know» |
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow |
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |
In the land before time |
A land before altar boys, synagogues, and shrines, man was in his prime |
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme |
The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line |
I’m in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca |
The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras |
Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami |
He said, «Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy |
For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up |
You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up |
Nigga, what you scared of? |
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they earbuds |
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture |
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures |
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you |
They casting judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to |
Fuck 'em, I let the dice roll like The Father did |
I gotta shine, it’s in my blood, I’m a Harlem kid |
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike |
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice |
I thought you said, «It's the return of the black kings |
Luxurious homes, fur coats, and fat chains» |
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below |
My shrink told me, «It's a feeling they’ll never know» |
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show |
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below |
My shrink told me, «It's a feeling they’ll never know» |
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow |
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |
In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity |
Quack said I crossed the line 'tween real life and fantasy |
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett? |
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh’fuckers |
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers |
If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting |
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses |
I’m the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers |
My God, it’s so hard to conceive |
But it all falls perfect, I’m like autumn is to trees |
Aw, the doc interrupted |
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, «Take that for your |
mustard |
Boy, you must be off your rocker |
If you think you’ll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya |
Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka |
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous |
How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects |
Be the apple of America’s obsession? |
You totally disconnected with reality, don’t believe in dreams |
Since when did black men become kings?» |
You have no idea, yeah |
The meaning to what I say |
And you have no idea |
Of how I got this way |
Now hear my dreams |
And by the time you wake |
I’ll look down from the clouds |
See I’m on my way |
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below |
My shrink told me, «It's a feeling they’ll never know» |
I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show |
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below |
My shrink told me, «It's a feeling they’ll never know» |
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow |
And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go |