Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fever , by - Lecrae. Song from the album Church Clothes 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.11.2013
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
The Fever |
| Them are flu, when I catch the fever |
| You can’t control my life like Lecrae say |
| You could have never shut them mouth of a believer |
| Big foot can’t fit into my sneaker |
| OK, I’m tatted up with my J’s on |
| Hat cocked to my fay-shion |
| Folks thinking we Ned Flanders |
| Okely-dokely, game on |
| They don’t hate me they just think they know what I’m a say |
| I can’t promise that them TV pastors ain’t gonna pray |
| On your grandma with your auntie nem' |
| Promise y’all I ain’t none of them |
| And you can call me lame, just don’t |
| Call me fake and then call me friend |
| Cause I don’t pretend, boy I live this |
| Some of y’all on the fences |
| Oh girl you took home with you |
| Man she swore she was a Christian |
| She might be and likely |
| She like you and just like me |
| An imperfect person, broke and hurting |
| Trying to do the right thing |
| And I’m courtside like Spike Lee |
| Keep it mellow nightly |
| OK, G? |
| Cause I ain’t 'bout that drama in my lifey |
| That bad one? |
| That’s wifey |
| You know she bout that life, B |
| She got red bottoms you ain’t never seen |
| And her soul’s covered up nicely |
| That’s blood dipped, I mean blood bought |
| No SuWoo, but this blood talk |
| Never thought they’d see us |
| Have a concert in the club, huh? |
| Who could step in these size tens? |
| White boy, cool grey elevens |
| Since age twelve I represented |
| Now I’m digging them 13 letters |
| My church clothes these leather pants |
| Boy sick? |
| I got medicine |
| We found the light; |
| Edison |
| Do God exist? |
| We the evidence (Whoop!) |
| We the children of the Light, you know what I mean? |
| That’s why I’m hating on the darkness like Paula Deen |
| Cause in my hood they masked up, like it’s Halloween |
| We going hard for the Rock, but we not sevein |
| See and the mission we live for is bigger than everything you could attain |
| They trying to hate us for sharing our faith but I bet that we do it again |
| Your hubris is humorous, real talk we true to this |
| Y’all rappers acting like Ludacris |
| We unashamed, get used to this, boy |
| We have to drop it one away |
| We have to choose Christ for a better day |
| Yes sir, we have to drop it one away |
| Live to see me friends them gone astray |
| Ay, look. |
| Perpetrating not likely |
| We live here we don’t sightsee |
| Ain’t trying to brag on my service |
| Telling my left hand where my right be |
| And it’s real rap, no faking |
| Not some rap dudes who couldn’t make it |
| This ain’t the life I chose, boy |
| It chose me I can’t shake it |
| I can’t feel 'em |
| How come they can kill 'em? |
| How come I can’t hit 'em? |
| They be drilling me with codiene stripping |
| Plus they popping pills |
| So I feel what’s popping on the charts is popping body parts |
| And yeah, sometimes my music’s for the church, I call it body art |