Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shadows, artist - Michael Christmas. Date of issue: 06.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shadows |
| Hit the strip club |
| Got blue balls went home and jerked off |
| Ate a chicken patty, took a shower |
| NBA 2k game sliders Juwan Howard |
| Hitting threes. |
| You mad? |
| Nigga please |
| I got black sage, Johnny Cage, diamonds not today |
| Pay tuition before I ever cop a chain |
| Other rappers tried to sway into my lane |
| But I got game for a lame |
| And Puerto Rican Martha Stewart |
| I’m sitting on her lap while she pat me on my back |
| Like my mom’s wearing Baby Phat |
| 100 emoji, prayer hands, fire, its lit |
| I thank God for this gift |
| And if I ever win a Grammy I’ll do something worthy of a gif |
| Kiss my Momma then I’m back to this Motel 6 |
| Can’t show emotion like I’m Drago |
| I’m blessed from a city where I’m tryna grow taller than the shadows |
| Shadows of the night |
| Shadows of the Pru |
| Shadows of the sky |
| What I’m supposed to do |
| Shadows of the night |
| Shadows of the past |
| Shadows of the city |
| Shadows growing fast |
| And every rapper ain’t a God |
| Every album ain’t a movement |
| I say «What a Weird Day» |
| Cause every day we on some new shit |
| Gettin' bigger than a fat bitch |
| Say I got an accent, in front a couple thousand |
| Got 'em screaming, «FUCK THAT BITCH» |
| I remember when I used to shovel get some cash quick |
| Go to Foot Locker get some kicks and go to school |
| So I can have a couple niggas hate on mine |
| Like «they just average» |
| My nigga who asked you? |
| My nigga who asked you? |
| Weird rapper just passed you |
| Chubby look mad at you |
| Oh now look you mad |
| Your face done turn sideways like |
| I’ma pave the way for all the niggas from my city, gettin busy |
| But you hate cause you don’t peep their creativity, like: |
| Derek, Timmy, Stizzy, Goodwin, OG,, Reefy, Bari, Shami, |
| , Taco, Sam, Hassan,, , Mars, Jefe, Fancy |
| Oy Vey, Mikey,, Lucy, |
| The list goes on for days and years |
| But I just got this instrumental |
| This remind me of the times when me and pops wore matching timbos |
| Running from the storms |
| The door’s unlocked, that’s half the battle |
| Salt up in my shoes, I’m tryna grow taller than the shadow |