Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song untitled 08, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
untitled 08 |
| Why so sad? |
| Walking around with them blue faces |
| She said I’m down on my luck |
| And it’s something I gotta have |
| Blue faces |
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad |
| Blue faces |
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey |
| Two tears in the bucket I cry with you |
| But I could never lie with you |
| I could never afford not to afford |
| I could never put my plans to the side with you |
| I could never see a red light |
| Like a deer with a headlight |
| I freeze up when I re-up |
| See I barely have patience |
| And you’re relating |
| Only the moment to complete us |
| Why you hate to work for it? |
| The reason I never went to work for it |
| See a nine to five was so jive turkey |
| But when Thanksgiving came that check didn’t hurt me |
| You plead the fifth |
| I read the Fifth Amendment |
| We both criminals with bad intentions |
| They say time heals all |
| But if I can shortcut |
| My success, Corvettes by tomorrow |
| Why so sad? |
| Walking around with them blue faces |
| She said I’m down on my luck |
| And it’s something I gotta have |
| Blue faces |
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad |
| Blue faces |
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey |
| My home girl got a credit card scam |
| She got a scholarship to college but she don’t give a damn |
| Intuition she got a broke bitch wishin' |
| She tell me this on the phone with the noodles in the pan |
| I know you, woman, I console you, woman |
| You feel like the universe owes you, woman |
| Oh the anticipation, of hoping you could make it |
| Bitches don’t prosper chasing education |
| But you’re talented, and can’t handle it |
| And your homegirls can’t be your manager |
| 365 times four, plus more |
| If yan’t get it right, tell me, do you got the stamina? |
| But shit, ain’t no money like fast money |
| Even today I’m considered a crash dummy |
| A rapper chasing stardom, how can I fast forward? |
| My accolades better than all them |
| Why so sad? |
| Walking around with them blue faces |
| She said I’m down on my luck |
| And it’s something I gotta have |
| Blue faces |
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad |
| Blue faces |
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey |
| I wrote this song looking at a broke home baby |
| You know the poverty stricken the little broke boy and babies |
| Somebody yell «Kendrick American, they sho' is crazy» |
| And I said «why?» |
| Then he looked me in the eye, and said «nigga you fucked up» |
| You’re banking on good luck, you wishing for miracles |
| You never been through shit, you’re crying hysterical |
| You settle for everything, complain about everything |
| You say you sold crack, my world amphetamine |
| Your projects ain’t shit, I live in a hut bitch |
| I’m living to keep warm, you living to pay rent |
| I paid my way through by waiting on Allah |
| You played your way through, by living in sci-fi |
| Bullshitting yourself, you talking to strangers |
| Same thing goes for the ones you came with |
| When y’all came on the boat looking for hope |
| And all you can say is that you’re looking for dope |
| These days ain’t no compromise |
| And your pain ain’t mines half the time |
| A brand new excuse ain’t shit to me |
| Bitch I made my moves, with shackled feet |
| Cape Town |
| In today’s day and age we practice the self pity of taking the easy way out |
| You wait on them, him and her |
| But when a blessing takes too long, that’s when you go wrong |
| You selfish motherfucker |
| Why so sad? |
| Walking around with them blue faces |
| She said I’m down on my luck |
| And it’s something I gotta have |
| Blue faces |
| I hit the bank today and told them color me bad |
| Blue faces |
| Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey |
| Pimp pimp hooray |