Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Am I to Do?, artist - Ezra Collective. Album song You Can't Steal My Joy, in the genre ДжазDate of issue: 25.04.2019
Record label: Enter The Jungle
Song language: English
What Am I to Do? |
| One, one, one |
| Two, two, two, two |
| Two, two |
| You can find me where the city meets the skyline |
| Knocking back the whiskey like it’s white wine |
| Says she’s finished work and so I bide time |
| Until I take her guard off and put it down beside mine |
| It’s fine, we watch the world go by |
| Saw the whole world through my girl’s own eyes |
| And they were pale like the photo size |
| 'Cause everybody talks the truth, no she knows those guys, but who? |
| really, nothing of concern, see the city’s on fire |
| Watch the bridges as they burn |
| I disappear now I’m wishing she’d return |
| At the same time, wishing I could learn |
| All this paper that I earned |
| The first bird gets the worm |
| The second mouse gets the cheese, trust |
| And I been sat down doing this with ease |
| Too much, PS, someone take it for me please, please |
| Can’t get up |
| Spine won’t let up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up |
| But what am I to do? |
| I’m worried 'bout you |
| My mind won’t let up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up |
| But what am I to do |
| If I’m worried 'bout you? |
| I didn’t write a second verse |
| So I’ll kick a free |
| I’m all about being me |
| LC ripping mics in the place to be |
| Ezra Collective, we do this frequently |
| It’s me on the flipping mic |
| Yeah, I said it right |
| I say it twice if I do this like every night |
| Shouts to Jorja |
| Met on the stage, grab a water |
| Now I talk to missus 'bout her daughter |
| Yeah, I oughta switch up the flow a bit |
| Let me see if I can come a bit more legit |
| In a boat, no joke |
| I don’t smoke |
| Give a toke, I don’t do that |
| Coming with some new raps, so who’s that? |
| LC on the bigger mic |
| I might have said that twice |
| But anyways, let me get away and come back |
| Kickin' real raps |
| Yeah, have that |
| Let up |
| Won’t let up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up, ah |
| But what am I to do? |
| I’m worried 'bout you |
| My mind won’t let up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up |
| But what am I to do |
| If I’m worried 'bout you? |
| Yo, I wrote another 15 or 16 |
| I never worry, keep my **** clean |
| I seen drugs ruin lives of the pristine |
| From the brown, all the way down to the stiff green |
| The streets are mean but my mother ain’t |
| And every late night, yeah, my mum would wait |
| And when I staggered home, drunk in a dumberstate |
| Say it straight, she’d fix me a plate, stuff it in my face |
| I’d never run around the bits with the bangers really |
| But still the bangers in the bits either fan or fear me |
| 'Cause if I talk about my feelings and them man are near me |
| Chuck in some raps then a dapps, they can see it clearly |
| 'Cause it’s inside of them |
| I grab the paper and I ride the pen |
| Livin' this life, I ain’t tryna end |
| So I can kick it for a foe, never mind a friend |
| Waiting for feelings like can rhyme again |
| Ah, can’t get up |
| Mind won’t let up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up |
| But what am I to do? |
| I’m worried 'bout you |
| My mind won’t let up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up |
| But what am I to do? |
| I’m worried 'bout you |
| I can’t get up |
| Won’t let up |
| In my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| And yeah, I’m fed up, yo |
| But what am I to do |
| If I been worried 'bout you? |
| I been saying that my mind won’t let up |
| Spine won’t get up |
| Lump in my neck |
| Ain’t got time for a check up |
| I’m fed up |
| But what am I to do |
| If I been worried 'bout you? |
| You, you, you |
| If I been worried 'bout you |
| I sing it now |
| One, one, one |
| Two, two, two |