Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sing About Me, I'm Dying Of Thirst, artist - Kendrick Lamar.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sing About Me, I'm Dying Of Thirst |
When the lights shut off |
And its my turn to settle down |
My main concern |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
I said when the lights shut off |
And its my turn to settle down |
My main concern |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
I woke up this morning and figured I’d call you |
In case I’m not here tomorrow |
I’m hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind |
I’m behind on what’s really important |
My mind is really distorted |
I find nothing but trouble in my life |
I’m fortunate you believe in a dream |
This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine |
And last night was just another distraction |
Or a reaction of what we consider madness |
I know exactly what happened |
You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help |
Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel |
Like everything was alright |
And a fight he tried to put up, but the type |
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will |
As blood spilled on your hands |
My plans rather vindictive |
Everybody’s a victim in my eyes |
When I ride it’s a murderous rhythm |
And outside became pitch black |
A demon glued to my back whispering, «Get em» |
I got em, and I ain’t give a fuck |
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck |
In actuality it’s a trip how we trip off of colors |
I wonder if I’ll ever discover |
A passion like you and recover |
The life that I knew as a young’n |
In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns |
When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs |
Dumb niggas like me never prosper |
Prognosis of a problem child |
I’m proud and well devoted |
This piru shit been in me forever |
So forever I’mma push it, wherever whenever |
And I love you cause you love my brother like you did |
Just promise me you’ll tell this story when you make it big |
And if I die before your album drop I hope |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
I said when the lights shut off |
And its my turn to settle down |
My main concern |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
You wrote a song about my sister on your tape |
And called it «Section .80,» the message resemble «Brenda's Got a Baby» |
Whats crazy was, I was hearin about it |
But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever |
Just put her on blast and shit |
Judging her past and shit |
Well it’s completely my future |
A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit |
And I’mma need that 40 dollars even if I gotta |
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot |
Gonzales Park, I’m followed by a married man, a father of three |
My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys |
Matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip me with E’s |
He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week |
This is the life of another girl damaged by the system |
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss em |
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back |
To where they used to be then I’ll probably be in the denim |
Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader |
You need her to learn something, then you probably need to beat her |
That’s how I was taught |
Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed |
And I’m exhausted |
But fuck that «Sorry for your loss» shit |
My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain |
If you can’t fit the pumps I walk in? |
I’ll wait |
Your rebuttal a little too late |
And if you have a album date, just make sure I’m not in the song |
Cause I don’t need the attention bring enough of that on my own |
And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great? |
A doctor’s approval is a waste of time, I know I’m straight |
I’ll probably live longer than you and never fade away |
I’ll never fade away, I’ll never fade away |
I know my fate, and I’m on the grind for this cake |
I’mma get or die trying, I’m eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying |
You lying to these motherfuckers, talking about you can help with my story |
You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga |
Don’t ignore me nigga, fuck your glory nigga, this bullshit… |
When the lights shut off |
And its my turn to settle down |
My main concern |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
I said when the lights shut off |
And its my turn to settle down |
My main concern |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself |
Am I really scared of passing away |
If it’s today I hope I hear a |
Cry out from heaven so loud it can water down a demon |
With the holy ghost till it drown in the blood of Jesus |
I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline |
Rake in the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance |
With the other side may come soon |
And if I’m doomed, may the wound |
Help my mother be blessed for many moons |
I suffer a lot |
And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch |
I tie my stomach in knots |
And I’m not sure why I’m infatuated with death |
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats |
That can come about |
Cause the tongue is mighty powerful |
And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch |
Maybe cause I’m a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death |
Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I’mma rest |
And you’re right, your brother was a brother to me |
And your sister’s situation was the one that pulled me |
In a direction to speak of something that’s realer than the TV screen |
By any means, wasn’t trying to offend or come between |
Her personal life, I was like «it need to be told» |
Cursing the life of 20 generations after her soul |
Exactly what’d happen if I ain’t continued rappin |
Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four |
Fives, I count lives all on these songs |
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you’ll be strong |
Fighting for your rights, even when you’re wrong |
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I’m gone |
Now am I worth it? |
Did I put enough work in? |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
I said when the lights shut off |
And its my turn to settle down |
My main concern |
Promise that you will sing about me |
Promise that you will sing about me |
(Dying of Thirst) |
Tired of running |
Tired of hunting |
My own kind |
But retiring nothing |
Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing |
Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn’t |
Dying of thirst |
Dying of thirst |
Dying of thirst |
Dope on the corner |
Look at the coroner |
Daughter is dead |
Mother is mourning her |
Strayed bullets |
AK bullets |
Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn’t |
Bring her back |
Who got the footage? |
Channel 9 |
Cameras is looking |
It’s hard to channel your energy when you know you’re crooked |
Banana clip, split his banana pudding |
I’m like Tre, that’s Cuba Gooding |
I know I’m good at |
Dying of thirst |
Dying of thirst |
Dying of thirst |
How many sins? |
I’m running out |
How many sins? |
I lost count |
Dreams of ballin' like Spalding |
But only shotty bounce |
The reefer calling |
I’m cottonmouth |
Money is power, yours is ours |
Lay with a snitch, die with a coward |
Hope we get rich, hope we can tower |
Over the city with vanity with the music louder |
The same song |
A black flower |
I’ll show you how to |
Dye your thirst |
Dye your thirst |
Dye your thirst |
What are we doing? |
Who are we fooling? |
Hell is hot, fire is proven |
To burn for eternity, return of the student |
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it |
Tired of running, s is humming |
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming |
Now back to business, loading the guns in |
Back of the Buick, your hood is viewed |
And the beef is bubbling |
It’s no discussion, hereditary |
All of my cousins |
Dying of thirst |
Dying of thirst |
Dying of thirst |
Too many sins |
I’m running out |
Somebody send |
Me a well for the drought |
See, all I know, is taking notes |
On taking this life for granted |
Granted, if he provoke |
My best days, I stress days |
(Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know…) |
My best days, I stress days |
Say «Fuck the world,» my sex slave |
Money, pussy and greed; |
what’s my next crave |
Whatever it is, know it’s my next grave |
Tired of running, tired of running |
Tired of tumbling, tired of running |
Tired of tumbling |
Back once my momma say |
«See a pastor, give me a promise |
What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished |
The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest |
You dying of thirst |
You dying of thirst |
So hop in that water, and pray that it works» |
(Fuck… I’m tired of this shit.) |
(I'm tired of fucking running… Tired of this shit… my brother, homie!) |
(Is that what I think that is?!) |
(I know that’s not what I think that is…) |
(Why are you so angry…) |
(See, you young men are dying of thirst. Do you know what that means?) |
(That means that you need WATER… HOLY water.) |
(You need to baptized with the Spirit of the Lord.) |
(Do you want to receive God as your personal savior?) |
(Ok… Repeat after me) |
(Lord, God, I come to you, a sinner) |
(And I humbly repent for my sins.) |
(I believe that Jesus is Lord.) |
(I believe You raised him from the dead.) |
(I would ask that Jesus come into my life) |
(And be my Lord, and Savior.) |
(I receive Jesus to take control of my life) |
(And that I might live for Him from this day forward.) |
(Thank you Lord Jesus, for saving me with Your Precious Blood) |
(In Jesus' name… Amen) |
(Alright now… remember this day.) |