Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whiplash, artist - Kero One. Album song Color Theory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.07.2012
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Whiplash |
Post alma mater, trying to get dollars, right out of college |
With a collar on starving like Ramadan for something solid |
I’m getting off work about 8 pm, grab a little bite and embrace a pen |
Make a couple beats, inside my den, wake up in the a.m., do it all again |
Friends, I had them but they too busy chasing them ladies |
Money gone, what a con, when drinks equals Mercedes |
I’d rather demolish a song |
I made in two nights with a new mic from not getting my baller on |
Smashing into the scene with my flow |
They blasting my beats in headphones |
Packing up seats in each row |
Cause passion is unleashed each show |
(Wake up!) And that’s when I snapped out of a dream in a corporate meeting |
(Wake up!) drooling, snoozing, heavy, breathing, forget it, I’m leaving |
Yo boss, I’m going to take off this evening to enjoy the weekend |
Maxing out CC’s, crafting CD’s until I’m eating |
Even if my tanks on «E» and the banks own me |
With that 20% APR my graveyard through laboring |
Whiplash, whiplash, energy out, it got to come back! |
Sometimes I drop to my knees, praise God who set my soul free |
But I never got a spoon feed, hustling like its all on me |
With an appetite that’s out of sight, like every night just grabbed the mic |
Burned demos, instrumentals, self assembled in my bedroom |
Stacks of CD’s, passed 'em freely, play on TV, wasn’t easy |
No Youtube, to allow you or school you with how to’s none to teach me |
Feel me? |
asking every homie if they’d film me, but don’t bill me |
My video budget was rubbish, publicists would milk me |
Emptied my pockets silly really nonetheless we needed press |
CD’s were pressed, off my own debt, no regrets to kill me |
Keeping it professional, at all times, when I was small time |
From call times to interviews of all kinds even those that grilled me |
Fundamentally its that energy I put out that made enemies or friends to me |
Propelling me up with more feet then a centipede |
Sending me, towards finer things from flyering my own |
Shows, to inspiring those aspiring to go pro with flows bro… |
Whiplash, whiplash, energy out, it got to come back! |