
Date of issue: 27.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Njuzu
Song language: English
Mi Vida |
La música es, la música es |
La música es, la música es |
Mi vida-da-da-da |
Da-da-da-da |
La música es, la música es |
La música es, la música es |
Mi vida-da-da-da |
Da-da-da-da |
Yeah, look, bottle and cap my feelings |
Part of my life has got to disappear to make a killing |
Such an expensive house with glass walls and ceilings |
The price of fame is paid off with any of my opinions |
And don’t confuse daps in person and daps in private |
Keep an eye on the ones that love you and try to hide it |
Try deny it, and you gon catch me looking past it |
Those sheets are over a bed of lies and you’re the fucking mattress |
But it’s getting harder for them to hate |
Taller than my shortcomings, still don’t overlook mistakes |
Every track, set them straight: chalk line, yellow tape |
Only one to hit a stride the same time I set a pace |
But Lord, my feet are getting weary |
I said I’d ride alone but I might need you here to steer me |
This narrow road to greatness is looking like a mirage |
The longer I keep it moving the more that I’m feeling lost… |
Am I lost? |
I wish I could plug a projector in my thoughts |
A montage of my memories, the special moments caught |
Put together an audience screening that’s therapeutic |
Light a spliffy up and show you whatever’s left out the music |
But I only show the past and how we’re used to living |
I can’t let none of them in on the future vision |
And if you getting nervous when you see a nigga winning? |
Then you know in your heart that it’s cause you ain’t going with him |
Nah, cause snakes don’t ever come in handy |
I keep a circle small enough, make it part of the family |
And the circle’s gold — we huddling for a namesake |
Circle still small enough to try eat off the same plate |
Cause lately I’m burning myself out |
Opinions and comparisons — enough to lose count |
Told who to be and what to say, shit I could do without |
By niggas who never put in the practice from word of mouth |
I wish that I could pick my pressures |
Like dealing with the kind of being next up |
Over every opinionated rapper playing dress-up |
These are thoughts over drinks with my main thing when I fess up |
Lord |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Lost | 2015 |
Send My Love | 2017 |
Lesser Evils | 2017 |
Proof | 2017 |
The Protagonist ft. Mile, Verseless | 2017 |
Rolling Stones | 2017 |
Truthful / Crossed | 2017 |
Extra | 2017 |
Sober | 2017 |
Muchitaura | 2017 |
Reaching for the Sky | 2015 |
Final Battle | 2015 |
Falling | 2015 |
Dark Cold Cell | 2015 |
To My Grave | 2015 |
When Lies are Turning Red | 2015 |
Ripped of all Hope | 2015 |
Confide | 2015 |
War Cry | 2015 |