Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pops Said , by - Panacea. Song from the album The Scenic Route, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Moore
Song language: English
Pops Said |
| Pops said go to college kid |
| And a dream that I had to be a novelist |
| Life is an ocean with a lot of wit |
| Look son you like Saint Nick, a lot of gifts |
| You got to give, drop top got to shift |
| Do I miss him or not yeah I toggle with |
| But no goo goo ga ga shit, I’m a grown ass man |
| But he set me up with a grown ass plan |
| I don’t drink a lot, yet I smoke a bit |
| No pork little girl with the kosher lips |
| Black panther growl with a Hip-Hop style |
| know by your child |
| Black American to Vietnam |
| It’s all, yeah I see that bond |
| Pops said Jason better free that mind |
| I did not forget don’t you see that mom |
| You believe this was left back in '79 |
| Pass life rhymes way back before my time |
| (I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me) |
| Control the road that I walk on |
| And everything that I hop on |
| And where I’m playing my part on |
| The game I is my stages |
| In my head remain ageless |
| Forgetting names but no faces |
| (I give thanks to my pops for being around) |
| Pops stay straight face no frown |
| See the world upside when you feeling down |
| I walk my own path down deeper steps |
| With a patchy beard, and my laid back eyes |
| Chip off the old block yet |
| Now my time begins when night |
| Peace to Gwendolyn Brooks, parties I meant them |
| Reminiscing, speak on visions |
| , yeah I did them |
| But I need something different y’all |
| Living on the edge, you a fixed to fall |
| Pops said son you got to move ahead |
| Leave all this behind before you’re gone and dead |
| So I’ma get one before I die |
| Ain’t nothing like black American pie |
| (I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me) |
| Control the road that I walk on |
| And everything that I hop on |
| And where I’m playing my part on |
| (I give thanks to my pops for being around) |
| The game I is my stages |
| In my head remain ageless |
| Forgetting names but no faces |
| The world in my head is one adventure |
| The one outside needs space to enter |
| Like Alcatraz trynna escape Virginia |
| Drank, pass out, can’t remember |
| Where I started, dearly departed |
| Left me a message got to move regardless |
| 545 is when the dream done started |
| 12 last night’s when brain done farted |
| I drank too much alcohol |
| Talk like I hand it out for all |
| Can’t remember too much from |
| Let’s continue (when) tomorrow |
| (Papa was a great old man) |
| Control the road that I walk on |
| And everything that I hop on |
| And where I’m playing my part on |
| The game I is my stages |
| In my head remain ageless |
| Forgetting names but no faces |