Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tempted , by - Kero One. Song from the album Windmills of The Soul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.02.2007
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Tempted |
| The phone rings, it’s a quarter to 9 |
| I’m slippin' on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining |
| My boys on the line and announcing the time and |
| How I need to hurry cause its bout to be live man |
| A parties jumping off DJ’s bringin' beats |
| My boys bringing his girl, the one he met last week |
| Mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that |
| Not sure what to expect, but that’s the beauty perhaps |
| So I rush out of my crib followed by the door |
| Meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor |
| I’m seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect |
| My boys in the vicinity his girls to his left |
| Rubbing her bootie on me, when his heads turned right |
| Yo a cutie indeed, damn, but something ain’t right |
| So I ignore her gestures, and proceed with my business |
| Just enjoying music and some physical fitness |
| And when the nights over yo we’re back at my boys crib |
| He dips to the store, so I’m alone with his mistress |
| She sits at a distance… but what is this? |
| She’s throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches |
| I duck and dodge but now her hands on my leg |
| Damn she’s creeping towards red I hold my head and beg… |
| Father, don’t let me be tempted, cause I been that route |
| Sayin' father don’t let me be tempted I been there before |
| And after nights like that, I’m dead tired at work |
| Behind on deadlines and a boss that’s a jerk |
| 2 years under my belt, sitting here, what’s the worth? |
| Staring at a screen until my vision is blurred |
| Word, I’m trying to get by, cause I must survive |
| Living for measly checks till the day that I die? |
| Never that, settle that I hear a voice in my head sing |
| Just then I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending |
| Yeah I worked plenty, but the question is when |
| I can say I worked 20 when I only did 10 |
| And pretend, cause with the extra ends there’s plenty to spend on |
| Or if accounts in the red, it’s what I’ll depend on |
| Once the rents gone, and its due real soon |
| So I’m convincing myself, my lies could be true |
| And its funny, how money can change your thinking |
| Like a boat that floats false hope when your sinking |
| I’m flinching I pause with a pen in my palm |
| I see two doors so to my lord I sing this song… |
| I’m saying, twist ya thinking caps to the side |
| I’m saying one time for your mind one time |
| I’m like walking the ave on a hot ass day |
| Just got off that job with that modest pay |
| But yo I’m on my way hold up on my way |
| Banks close at 6 and cash is calling my name |
| So as I rush the door I brush shoulders with this stranger |
| Who gets angered, throwing curses my way |
| Straight disturbed but I say «sorry man» and keep walking |
| But he keeps talking shouting «chink!» |
| from his coffin |
| Often that words left herbs bloody like tampons |
| The setting’s ironic cause someone’s bout to get banked on |
| I’m amped son, blood is pumping through veins |
| I’m making knuckle sandwiches and lunch is on me now |
| I know with every pickle there’s a way out |
| Just brush my shoulders off and go with the safe route |
| But this time it’s different, or is it? |
| I play out |
| These thoughts in my mind, then from my mouth I sang out… |