Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Times, artist - Kids These Days. Album song Hard Times, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.06.2011
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Hard Times |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times… |
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times |
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by) |
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh. |
I’m from the city where they all illegal |
In Haterville, Illinois where folks don’t get along with people |
You feel me? |
Where niggas keep a tool on |
And run up on you like you was chewing ya Stride too long |
Selling on the same block that the school on, that’s what gets me |
And only serve white like diners in the '60s |
I’m only 16, spittin' like I’m 19 |
And marketing all over the scene like sprite cream |
A little nigga be hittin' quicker than lightning |
And I’m on a closed roster, meaning a tight team |
Clean, I’m feeling the fresh |
I don’t usually be stuntin' but honestly I am killin' the rest |
Yes, feeling like a big fish, swimmin' in a little pond |
Waiting on the industry to reel in the catch |
But I digress, the best of the age they regard Vic |
I used to skate and flip a deck like a card trick |
And break dance and graffiti, now I’m taking life easy |
While niggas pulling the strings like guitar picks |
Cause I’m spittin' them type of bars that a star spits |
So I’m gettin' that type of shine that a star gets |
And all my homies know the name of the game |
I still play 'em like food fights, aim at a stain |
And that’s forever |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times… |
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times |
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by) |
My city living in cold winters and hotter summers |
Where the fiends get a fix for the pipe without the plumbers |
And in the heat niggas don’t be fighting without the thumpers |
I’m silent striking, it’s like lightning without the thunder |
Now I’m flippin' over these bars like a high jumper |
And keeping my vision on the stars, tryna rise under |
No time for slumber |
We got Gs, little guys in runners |
Who moving soft white and pushin' H2 like they ridin' Hummers |
I know good guys who done dirt to live lives in comfort |
And it hurts, but kids die when guns burst |
So in the city, pull the pump first |
If not, get blasted, locked in a casket, tucked shirt |
For what it’s worth like a market price |
Most of these niggas is just the talking type |
Rarely do they bark and bite |
But when it happens I’m finished rapping… |
I will strike in the dark of night |
In a nutshell, GET IT CRACKIN'! |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times… |
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times |
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by) |
My mama told me never to tell… A dirty old lie |
(Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) |
My mama never to settle… just to get by |
(Just to get by, just to get by) |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times… |
Never can make a sound (Dirty old lie, dirty old lie) |
Ohhh, cause we’re living in hard times |
Fun never seems to be around (Just to get by, just to get by) |
Dirty old lie, dirty old lie |
Just to get by, just to get by |
Dirty old lie, dirty old lie |
Just to get by, just to get by |
Dirty old lie… |