Lyrics Vanilla Rainbows - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Vanilla Rainbows

The word passion, it uhm
It actually derives from the Latin word il passio
Which means «to suffer»
And it’s almost poetic justice in a way
Cause uh, you know
I got that shit tatted on my tummy
And uh, I been sufferin'
But, you know
You suffer for your ups
You suffer for your downs and your triumphs
You pain is always just a fuel
It’s a motivator for your triumphs, you know
You know, I don’t like it myself
So like no old school rappers and stuff like that
I don’t really see it
I look at myself as more of an Issac Hayes
Or a Donny Hathaway
Or, you know, a Marvin Gaye of my time, you know
I’m just reporting the world as I see it
Reporting my struggle
Ozwald Boateng, Bottega Veneta
Moms mad, cause I spent so much cake on this sweater
I ain’t do it to floss, mommy
I did it to show 'em
You worked your fingers to the bone
The whole world gonna owe us
Owe me back, like 40 acres to glass
Plus a mule and a thick model bitch to match
Savage Rock Lee’s with the elastic straps
I know they ugly
I don’t work hard to wear Air Max
Flashback to the stockroom at the Gap
Hoes is frontin' on me then
Tell me, where they at
You ain’t never been at where I been at
What you make in a year couldn’t pay my tax
And I ain’t tryin' to shit
I’m just statin' the facts
If I shit by mistake, nigga, live with that
Got a job for you, you can wipe my ass
Net skills so close, I could pick off a pass
And I don’t like the Nets
I just came cause they asked
Never was a thug, ain’t ashamed of my past
As the sands of time disintegrate in the glass
You gettin' older and lookin' broker
You niggas is trash
Washed up Wolverine with the bone claws
Frontin' on actress bitches
You were born raw
You the type that make me turn my phone off
Nobody called when I was eating cold cuts and canned corn
When Chinese food was a treat
We was happy to eat
I turned my bummy into fly
Those same FILAs on my feet
Shout to Crystal, cause that bitch used to hold me down
Bought me dress clothes
Plus, she printed my resume out
Probably somewhere with a dick in her mouth
If that bitch never cheated, she would be with me now
Funny how tables turn and destiny burns
Niggas get left behind, cause they unable to learn
Very chosen few that was great as a sperm
Me, I stay low and try to save what I earn
If wealth’s accrued and pursued in nirvana, then cool
If not, let me rock and just do what I do
Vanilla rainbows after cherry raindrops
Runnin' from the Devil, cause his flame’s hot