Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song lately, artist - Pell. Album song girasoul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PayDay, PellYeah, Ultra
Song language: English
lately |
You know we’ve been waiting |
But we might get impatient |
So don’t play us |
Tell us where you been at lately |
Play this for the homies back home |
That remember me |
Run my thoughts on tracks, cause its time to jog they memory |
Before I’m dope as ketamine |
With pot to piss, and kettle steamed |
Aroma strong vanilla tea |
So i could could belt these melodies |
Play this for the homies back home |
That remember me |
Run my thoughts on tracks, cause its time to jog they memory |
I know I’m forgetful |
But I can’t forget you |
I was living |
I was living crooked no castle |
Dream no hassle |
Spinning more than tassels |
In a cycle so shallow |
Recording by the shed, on my never hit you back flow |
Jazzy NOLA rascal, the rap game Satchmo |
They called me nice on records, but real life asshole |
Until i broke the rap code, and slapped it with some shackles |
Getting service fuck some wifi, even though I’m bashful |
Tobasco might be the hottest you ever seen |
Tobacco know they addicted i nicotine |
Don’t bash folks, only showed love still they ain’t feel it |
Until them tickets my witness, long flights to show i get it |
Out to Vancouver, swim in something like Cuba |
Hit LA later that evening, reminded of why i do this |
For homies back round the way, inspired by all the music |
I’m praying on top this song, for proof that we all grew up |
Flooding every day, that rain don’t go away |
I know theres more to say, I know |
So I’m spitting that hope shit, hope you stay focus |
Hope you got a job now, hope you ain’t «hoe-less» |
Hope you feel hopeful and hopeful you feel chosen |
Hope i see results so i could have to stop hoping |
Hope your girl ain’t pregnant, unless he be my godson |
Hope your deals be hand be handmade, and all my niggas got one |
They don’t have to sign just reminders when we come |
To bust this game up, so hard they play our re-runs |
They play our bloopers, cause everythings golden |
The journey’s forever just know that you got one |
And vibe like it’s high schools |
Pop beers and shotgun |
Reminisce days when i cared bout a condom |
I call it love now, the call me conscious |
I call em groupies unless they unfollow |
Call you mańana unless i’m on tightropes |
Maintaining balance until there’s an encore |