Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be Still, artist - Lizzo. Album song LIZZOBANGERS, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMI
Song language: English
Be Still |
I wake up every morning feeling like slapping a nigga |
Squeeze trigger, stay scheming then I realize I’m still dreaming |
Oops, psych! |
believing in believers ability to still scream for a nigga till |
you get nosebleeds |
I be so scuffed up from kicking them rocks |
And if you’re so tough come run up and get clocked |
Tick tock tock tock |
If you got them slippery socks |
Yo I’mma give it all that I got |
To make a nigga slide in the vault |
Then bake a nigga dash in some salt |
I bring a nigga home and pole vault |
Then blame a nigga like it’s your fault |
(You're fault!) |
I never understood and I will never understand |
The tolerance for ho-ishness that some of you people have |
«ME?"You, yeah you |
I’m talking to the middle man |
Like how you’re content with giving someone else the upper hand |
Walking around your cubicle, your tie with your coffee mug |
Syphoning the hard earned work from the thugs and hustlers, cause |
Takin a chill pill before I whip my sword out like uma in kill bill |
Makin niggas gasp like Emmitt Till |
And I’mma keep on giving you the gospel like God’s will, Peace! |
Be Still |
This is God’s will peace be still |
Can I fall in love before the world ends? |
Can my record get a few major spins? |
I’m saying |
I don’t wanna think about tomorrow because I’m still hustling |
Until then, I guess it’s just me, you, theses food stamps and cravings |
No raisins in the sun, just Funyins and a Sunkist, we up in the club making it |
mist |
Like a missed alcohol (though I see it every night) |
And that tylenol I take everyday period like midil |
Bye y’all, I’m moving on to other things by y’all |
But not quite bilateral, more like three floors up and down the hall |
Let the bygones be bygones, and try to keep the peace like Obama and Biden |
All my friends are talented, all my friends got mad skills |
All my girlfriends wear heels, all my niggas drug deal |
We’re tight (psych!) |