Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Optimist (We Are Not For Them), artist - P.O.S. Date of issue: 02.02.2009
Song language: English
Optimist (We Are Not For Them) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I pick a lotta locks, rock a lotta shows |
| Build with the moms, hang with the broken crow |
| Been hurting the same heart since I was like two |
| I use sarcasm freely, bark at the greedy |
| Bite what feeds, shy from the seedy |
| I’m bold in approach, so rely on my hope |
| That the average emcees can’t fuck with the sound like me |
| I never been down with the King |
| It’s never something I wanted to be |
| Never better than the work than the toil and the reap |
| But the work for the wants, not the suffer for the needs |
| Nothing’s tougher than the dreams and good sleep |
| Tryn’a teach my son to reach, damn right |
| 'Cause it gets a little darker every night |
| And the rent goes up, they gon' cut out the- |
| Dead ends to chase (Yeah), feelings to fake (Yeah) |
| New hearts to break (Yeah), amends to make, they all so (Yeah) |
| Afraid and safe (Yeah), in need of space (Yeah) |
| But hugging that crowd (Yeah), only shake with the quake and uh (Yeah) |
| (Yeah) Times like this are up (Yeah) |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| We break their stride 'cause we break our mirrors |
| They hugging that pride like it’s all there is |
| We make our own and if they don’t feel it (If they are not feelin' it it’s cool) |
| Then we are not for them (And that’s cool) |
| Yo, I made this beat for Alegra Oxborough |
| She showed me how to do the thing with the cups |
| I wrote the verse on a triple double Tuesday |
| Writing in the van in the back lot |
| I never made it in, never really can tell the friends these days |
| Telephone don’t sleep some days |
| Someday I’mma be peaceful again |
| 'Til then keep the speech to a min |
| Shed a little skin, I’mma bet it all and win |
| I’mma set it off and run, I’mma kill it 'til it’s dead |
| I’mma do it 'til it ain’t fun and the words don’t come |
| Then I’m gonna find another hobby |
| Probably find love, probably find trust |
| 81 young with a little bit of rust |
| Clean interior, Minnesota plates |
| Money in the bank with a lot of you to thank |
| Relate to the- |
| Dead ends to chase (Yeah), feelings to fake (Yeah) |
| New hearts to break (Yeah), amends to make, they all so (Yeah) |
| Afraid and safe (Yeah), in need of space (Yeah) |
| But hugging that crowd (Yeah), only shake with the quake and uh (Yeah) |
| (Yeah) Times like this are up (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Up for whatever, how are you? |
| (Yeah) |
| We break their stride 'cause we break our mirrors |
| They hugging that pride like it’s all there is |
| We make our own and if they don’t feel it |
| Then we are not for them, we call a riot! |
| Yeah! |
| Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake |
| New hearts to break (Yeah), amends to make, they all so (Yeah) |
| Afraid and safe, in need of space (Oh yeah) |
| But hugging that crowd, only shake with the quake and uh (Yeah) |
| Dead ends to chase, feelings to fake |
| New hearts to break (Yeah), amends to make, they all so (Yeah) |
| Afraid and safe, in need of space |
| But hugging that crowd (Yeah), only shake. |
| (That's it) |