Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song untitled 01, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
untitled 01 |
| Come here, girl |
| Oh, you want me to touch you right there? |
| Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair |
| Oh you want it? |
| Oh you want it right now |
| Like that? |
| I got you baby |
| All on you baby |
| Push it back on daddy |
| Push it back on daddy baby |
| I seen it vividly jogging my brain memory, life is… |
| I seen it vividly jogging my brain memory |
| Life is long as infinity this was the final calling |
| No birds chirping or flying, no dogs barking |
| We all nervous and crying, moving in caution |
| In disbeliefs our beliefs the reason for all this |
| The tallest building plummet, cracking and crumbling |
| The ground is shaking, swallowing young woman |
| With a baby, daisies, and other flowers burning in destruction |
| The smell is disgusting, the heat is unbearable |
| Preachers touching on boys run for cover, the paranoid |
| Rapists and murderers hurdle alleys |
| Valleys and high places turn into dust |
| Famous screaming in agony |
| Atheists for suicide, planes falling out the sky |
| Trains jumping off the track, mothers yelling «he's alive» |
| Backpedaling Christians settling for forgiveness |
| Evidence all around us the town is covered in fishes |
| Ocean water dried out, fire burning more tires out |
| Tabernacle and city capital turned inside out |
| Public bathroom, college classroom’s been deserted |
| Another trumpet has sounded off and everyone heard it |
| (It's happening) no more running from world wars |
| (It's happening) no more discriminating the poor |
| (It's happening) no more bad bitches and real niggas |
| Wishing for green and gold the last taste of allure |
| I swore I seen it vividly |
| A moniker of war from heaven that play the symphony |
| Thunder like number four, then I heard |
| «What have you did for me» |
| I fell to my knees, pulled out my resume |
| That dated back to June 17th, 1987 |
| My paperwork was like a receipt |
| I was valedictorian, I was fearful of judgment |
| But confident I had glory in all my past endeavors |
| Close my eyes pray to god that I live forever |
| Dark skies, fire and brimstone, some of us sent home |
| Some of us never did wrong but still went to hell |
| Geez Louise I thought you said that I excel |
| I made To Pimp a Butterfly ‘fore you told me |
| To use my vocals to save man-kind for you |
| Say I didn’t try for you, say I didn’t ride for you |
| I tithed for you, I pushed the club to the side for you |
| Who love you like I love you? |
| Crucifix, tell me you can fix |
| Anytime I need, I’mma start jotting everything in my diary |
| Never would you lie to me |
| Always camaraderie, I can see, our days been numbered |
| Revelation greatest as we hearing the last trumpet |
| All man, child, woman, life completely went in reverse |
| I guess I’m running in place trying to make it to church |
| Young nigga act an ass |
| Young nigga act a fool |
| Young nigga get yo' cash |
| Young nigga do what it do |
| Young nigga go, young nigga go |
| Young nigga go, young nigga go |
| Whatever makes all of you happy in this bitch |
| Just take it all back before the light switch |