Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Opposites Attract, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song Along Came Joyner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dead Silence
Song language: English
Opposites Attract |
Heaven hell, hella heaven, Sunday school |
Mac 11, prison c&s, colleges and crash courses |
Driving lessons, bad bitches, prostitutes |
Death threats, hospitals, gang-banging |
Private schools, chains hanging |
Drama too, blang blanging |
Cultivating new cribs, home invasions |
Child abuse, motivation |
Talk to God, smoke with Satan |
Wedding rings, divorce paper settlements |
Court cases, medicine |
AIDS victims, Malcolm X, racism |
UFOs, airplanes, crop circles, man-made |
Demolishing, landscape starvation, pancakes |
Skinny jeans, baggy pants |
Relationships, back-up plans |
White rice, Zatarains |
Open lanes, traffic jam |
Bloods, crips, Latin kings, intelligence |
Lack of brains, negligence |
Accolades and skeletons |
And plastic veins, lucid dreams |
Sleep walking, dry snitching |
Streets talking, competition |
Police calls in the projects when the beat starts |
Now put your motherfucking hands up high |
(I've been having such a bad week) |
(I've been having such a bad week) |
Hands up high |
(That's when opposites attract me) |
Let it go |
Hella heaven, heaven hell |
Falling off, record sales |
Balling out, broke as hell, free at last |
Back to jail, candy paint |
Candied yams, candy canes |
Can he pass? |
Can he reign? |
So for real, black teeth, golden grill |
Thug life, honest life, real life |
Drama life, urban life |
Healthy life, broke life |
Wealthy life, rag, riches |
Riches, rags, fags, bitches |
Bitches mad, bad Christians |
Hypocrites and half niggas |
Niggas half hit the deck |
Planet ships, cigarettes |
Cancer sticks, Smith &Wes' |
Banana clips, niggas death |
I’m hearing shit, carnivores |
Herbivores, all the wars |
All the facts, hieroglyphics |
High blood pressure, heart feeling heart attacks |
And call the cab, walk the block |
Mouth shut, you talk a lot |
Open field, car garage |
Unemployment, morning jobs |
Kill the youth, multiply |
Keep it real, falsify |
Make a mess, organize |
Fake my death, all the time |
Now put your motherfucking hands up high |
(I've been having such a bad week) |
(I've been having such a bad week) |
Hands up high |
(That's when opposites attract me) |
They say my temple is a magnet |
My brain is a gadget |
Yeah my soul is a rapture |
This that opposite attraction |
I got opposite intentions |
I got positive incentive |
I should rob a nigga senseless |
I hope them cops’ll get defensive |
There ain’t no stopping this I’ve been it |
Fuck yo' confidence I’ve been sick |
Fuck yo' opposition, I’m kinda different, I hop inside a spaceship |
I’ve been lots a different places |
Bitch I’m locked into the matrix |
Put my thoughts in different cages |
Watch me turn portraits into paintings |
Who told you right is wrong in your eyes? |
Who said wrong is right with no lies? |
They said I was wrong the whole time |
Turn them lights off its show time |
Who told you there wasn’t no God? |
Who told you that I don’t know God? |
Who told you that I don’t go hard? |
I’ll give you something big to choke on |
I never follow rules and no laws |
Turn your fucking head to coleslaw |
This that winter flow, that mistletoe, kiss you goodbye, so long |
I’m that Martin Rocka |
I’m that Maserati two-tone |
Ain’t no cavities in this jaw bitch |
Ain’t no gravity in these songs |
And I’ve been wanting it for so long |
They’ve been talking shit for so long |
This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking |
Bitch my coat rocking so raw |
This what happens on a two way street when I’m opposite roads cross |
All your common sense’ll go lost |
All your common sense’ll go lost |
All your common sense’ll go lost |
Tell me what happened to you? |
What have you done? |
Where your mind at? |
Hol' on |
Tell your daughter put some clothes on |
Tell your son put his coat on |
Tell my father pull his skirt down |
He ain’t did shit for me in so long |
Fuck your opinion nigga I’m grown |
They don’t like the shit that I’m on |
Can’t accept the fact that I’m grown |
Just accept the fact that I’m on |
Ain’t no evil practice in here |
I got Jesus all in my bones |
I got angel wings on my back |
I got 808's on my track |
Shit I been wanting this for so long |
They been talking shit for so long |
This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking |
Bitch my coat rocking so raw |
This what happens on a two way street when I’m opposite roads cross |
All your common sense’ll go lost |
All your common sense’ll go lost |