Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eternal Yard Dash, artist - Pastor Troy. Album song I Declare War...We Are Ready!!!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MADD Society
Song language: English
Eternal Yard Dash |
Come on cuz, we almost there |
We almost there cuz |
Goddamn, where the finish line? |
Fuck this shit, I need some cheese |
And I need it quicker than Nestle |
If I have to kill then God bless me |
All these pussy motherfuckers, they shouldn’t have test me |
Left me looking like the villian, I was thinking of ending |
Nobody knew what I was going through |
All these motherfuckers saying what they gonna do |
But then again all these motherfuckers ain’t true |
So who am I gonna trust, am I going on and bust |
Myself nigga, damn this shit |
Fuck riding round' nigga, fuck being rich |
I can’t take it, the shit to thick |
And it ain’t my fault |
So I ought to give the motherfucker telling lies to me |
Hey the say, what its gonna be, but empty pockets all I goddamn see |
D-E-F, no ones left, then again, shit no ones right |
I’m a kill my damn self the night |
I get fear, it ain’t my fault he couldn’t fight |
It ain’t like, when I motherfucking die, this whole world gonna fall apart |
But it’s a race, and I got a bad heart |
Breath in the mouth, and I got a head start |
I’m running for nothing, I’m running for nothing (x8) |
So I’m gonna kill myself |
A muthafucka tellin me what he gone do |
When I knew the muthafucka wouldn’t do shit |
A nigga tease you, then a nigga leave you |
Cause he heard that the shit done got thick, punk bitch |
I get in the mood for cocaine |
Cuz it’s the only thing I see when a nigga look |
Come and get the baking soda, then I flip the powder over |
Then I got good dope when the shit cooked |
But it crippled my to really understand that it really don’t matter |
What the fuck you been through |
If a muthafucka see you doin better my nigga I’m here to tell ya |
Muthafuckas gonna hate you |
Not a clue, If I really woulda knew, muthafuckin 22 |
2 years wasn’t far away |
I never would have had a chance to enjoy Pastor Troy, woulda killed myself on |
Yesterday |
Hook |
This heaven, where the streets of gold, and why the hell is the a/c off? |
Where the fuck, all the loved ones that I lost? |
Fuck this shit, take me to the boss |
Do you understand the cost that was paid |
In order for me to be here tonight? |
Nigga whats up, something ain’t right |
Tell the Lord to turn on the damn light |
Feeling like an angel when I take flight |
Shit, as I try with all my damn might |
All my power seem out my damn sight |
Look, why the fuck I was packed so tight |
Nigga I ain’t Mike, I’m Micah |
Think I’m in the wrong spot |
Not only do I have on black, its too hot |
But why am I by the motherfucker ain’t shot |
I got no halo, hello, motherfucker shit nigga, I’m talking to you |
Slap the clip in the tech 22 |
Let the shit fly and it went straight through |
Now I got a clue, where the fuck I’m at |
Shot him with the tech and the nigga didn’t budge |
Nigga just bleedin', motherfucker out of blood |
Looking at me smilin', asking me what |
I got guts, but guts, goddamn |
Paradise, shit I can’t tell |
Went from dwellin' in hell on earth |
Now I’m living in hell in hell |