Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song O.C.B., artist - Joey Bada$$. Album song B4.DA.$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cinematic, Pro Era
Song language: English
O.C.B. |
| These are the only child blues |
| The only child blues |
| The only child who? |
| yo yo yo |
| Back once again, hello it’s yo' favorite mellow schizo |
| The pavement on this yellow brick road |
| Fuckin' up my mental |
| My mood just like the tempo |
| Heartbeat, that instrumental |
| I never lack potential |
| Every track is essential |
| Every project is special, abundant and fundamental |
| Give a fuck about hundreds |
| As long as it’s for my mental |
| With wisdom from what I’ve been through |
| Knowledge that some can’t get to |
| Understanding that college is only out for a nickel |
| It could all be so simple |
| Tune it to the metronome |
| This how I used to feel back on the metro home |
| Fresh outta class I knew these days, they wouldn’t last |
| Just a stepping stone I gotta pass |
| Another story for the lap |
| But fuck it, give him glory when he crash |
| He gettin' revved up, heads up |
| And he’s coming fast |
| He paved the lane before the cash |
| They tryna swerve me out of that |
| But I don’t just got speed, nigga |
| I handle my ass, pedal to the gas |
| Life is but a getaway dash |
| My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad |
| I’m drawin' weapons with the raps |
| You shoot, I shoot back no questions asked |
| Raise your hands for the realest cat alive |
| The only child blues |
| The only child who? |
| Yo |
| And I remember sittin' in my room all alone |
| Starring at my ceiling fan, getting in my zone |
| Mama was never home |
| Woke up one morning, papa was gone |
| Young and lost so I ease my mind to popular songs |
| And of course I sold my mind to music |
| Writing everything I thought |
| Started openin' my mind, then I send in a broad |
| They don’t know what my a sinnin' has caused |
| My third eye been blinking since |
| Irv Gotti been Inc. and Murder in stores |
| At least that’s how Irv gotta be thinking |
| If I’m takin' a loss and I’m better next week |
| And I’m never weaker |
| Never sinking on the fucking deep end |
| Any shit I missed I prolly peaked it |
| These are the only child blues |
| The only child who? |
| The only child blues |
| What, The only child blues |
| These are the only child who? |
| The only child blues |
| Only child blues, OCB OCB |
| Jo-Vaughn clean your room, OCD OCD |
| I used to wanna be like ODB ODB |
| Now I’m a rap star, OMG OMG |
| Everything is perception |
| Your perception of yourself or who you are is not what other people think that |
| you are |
| So like for instance, you might say «I'm cool, I don’t wear jewelry, |
| I don’t this, I don’t that» |
| You don’t have to |