Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You, artist - London Jae.
Date of issue: 25.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You |
Tellin' me the things you that heard about |
Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things |
Somethin' feels off when I come around |
Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in? |
' |
'You, ' everyone’s a saint 'til the church let’s out |
That goes for you too |
Everything ain’t perfect but I do it for… |
Who is you to judge me? |
Just cause I’m drunk and stumblin' out the club, me, her and her girlfriend |
Ain’t nobody perfect but the Lord |
You always quick to point out all my flaws when I was leaving out yours |
Here’s a message little girls, little boy |
You could be the dirtiest muh’fucker in the world but have morals |
Don’t nobody give you nothin' 'less you work for it |
Ladies get an education, you ain’t gotta twerk for it |
You know the Lord send you a sign, don’t ignore it |
And that’s whether you study from the Bible or Quran or the Torah |
We original, indigenous, God among men |
It’s two things that’s yours, your body and your sin |
Gotta claim 'em, just like these so-called conservatives |
Fight against the rights of homosexuals then go home and play with lil' kid |
Shit, I promised all the shit that I’d ever did |
Was to move out and leave the hood and keep me from trappin' not up the river |
And my testimony my testament |
All the bullshit that I seen happen in life turned me into a pessimist |
I’m cynical, yeah |
I learned life is all about principle |
You so judgmental 'cause you miserable |
And my inner peace ain’t expendable |
Tellin' me the things you that heard about |
Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things |
Somethin' feels off when I come around |
Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in? |
' |
'You, ' everyone’s a saint 'til the church let’s out |
That goes for you too |
Everything ain’t perfect but I do it for… |
I never seen nobody end up in the right place |
Worried about the wrong thing |
So in tribulation, better do your own thang |
See, some of my partners trap and some of 'em gang bang |
Some of 'em snort powder, just barely maintain |
No fuckin' with the Cali, got to grease the fist |
Came home with a diploma, got a job makin' pennies |
Homie like me who ain’t finished high school, dropped out and went to prison |
Still ended up runnin' multi-million dollar businesses |
Man, if I tell you shit I knew about |
You can tell the difference between me reflectin' and tryna glorify |
'Cause most the time this shit be borderline outta line |
And you just wanna monetize, only focus on the bottom line |
When it deeper than that |
We here to analyze life and hope the people connect |
We not just out here sellin' reefer, find the cheaper connect |
Just waitin' on TIP to spit some shit a G could respect |
For real |
Tellin' me the things you that heard about |
Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things |
Somethin' feels off when I come around |
Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in? |
' |
'You, ' everyone’s a saint 'til the church let’s out |
That goes for you too |
Everything ain’t perfect but I do it for… |
Yeah, you see the shit they missin' today is the G-code |
You know, what we did, man, we did out of a lack of options, you know? |
But we stuck to a code |
You win, you lose, but you abide by the code |
You dig what I’m sayin'? |