Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song seeds, artist - Pell. Album song girasoul, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PayDay, PellYeah, Ultra
Song language: English
seeds |
| How you gon' win when you ain’t right within? |
| And how you gon' pretend that you anti-me |
| Been in here before, deja vu times three |
| And all I see is clones, star wars Young P |
| ID looking different cause I got much bigger |
| Fakes got missing, my patience got thinner |
| What is yo' name? |
| I can’t remember |
| And even if I did, I don’t know y’all niggas |
| Man, I swear y’all trippin' |
| Worried who I’m seeing cause they can’t hang with us |
| We ain’t turned pop that’s the champagne pimpin' |
| Seattle nights had me out my denims |
| Yes Lord, and in those linens |
| Living out dreams, lucid this vision |
| I learn everyday you speak I listen |
| (learn everyday you speak I listen) |
| Rap life got me questionin' my friends again |
| Trying to write scripts, Netflix no chillin' man |
| Rappers wan' be actors so I’ll hire them with benefits |
| And give 'em out they fuck boy membership |
| Yeah, 'cause I ain’t got time for it |
| When did rap become a pageant show for gold awards |
| These bars break backs, chip spinal chords |
| Coming for ya so you can’t ignore him |
| Ain’t that a bitch, ain’t that a bitch |
| Ain’t that a bitch, ain’t that a bitch |
| They’ll never know shit, never know shit |
| Don’t even exist to me |
| My grass green enough |
| I pity the fool keepin' up with us |
| Just give me the time to feed the soil |
| And we gon' live and grow forever-more |
| Coffee shop coolin' |
| Throwing back beans you can keep the kombucha |
| I was out in San Lucas, thinking how the hell we do this |
| It done cost me everything but my soul, hallelujah |
| Go to church every verse but this not soul music |
| Studio then rehearse, then right back to it |
| Homie send a verse then I write back to it |
| Dodging calls from my ex 'fore I’m right back to her |
| Po-po got the kid dodging feds like cooties |
| Homies sipping slow on some Fela Kuti |
| Did it independent now they question how I’m movin' |
| Draft day when I play, yeah broads all choose em |
| First round how the verse sound |
| Now I got the haters throwin' in the towel |
| Menace now, I could never finish now |
| Snapchat beats account, almighty the intro |
| Don’t need a pencil to paint on instrumentals |
| Pellcaso abstract, tip hot hoes |
| Girl’s pretty no flaco |
| Reach for my johnson no rock though |
| I been on a roll since Cabo |
| Never been a ganger lames dopple |
| The head honcho, so cold |
| Not a home wrecker but your girl getting reckless |
| Hit me on Twitter tell her never ever text it |
| Yeah, It goes down in my DMs |
| Holla when you see em |
| Working am to the pm |
| I be on to the game pledge allegiance |
| In God we trust, I’ve been running from my demons |
| Yes Lord |
| It goes down in my DMs |
| Holla when you see em |
| Working am to the pm |
| I be on to the game pledge allegiance |
| In God we trust, I’ve been running from my demons |
| Yes Lord |
| My grass green enough |
| I pity the fool keepin' up with us |
| Just give me the time to feed the soil |
| And we gon' live and grow forever-more |