Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vanilla Sky, artist - Pell. Date of issue: 16.08.2015
Song language: English
Vanilla Sky |
| Lying cause you don’t wanna fight, not tonight |
| So we both keep smiling |
| And a blog attitude to our lives |
| Guess we’ll both die trying |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah |
| Seen a different world up close |
| Living through a dream I write |
| I’m gon' make mistakes, I know |
| But I’ll never ever change my coast |
| Tell me what I wanna hear |
| Cause the truth don’t feel to good |
| Tell it to me nice and clear |
| So I’m not misunderstood |
| As I drop my little two cents |
| I know this just a business that my passion gets confused with |
| My pimping part of the problem but motherfuck a solution |
| Make the money in Oxford then probably blow it in Houston |
| Niggas paying for pussy but taxing for whack verses |
| I audit the competition like something done come up missing |
| Fingers just started itching, lotion can barely fix it |
| Throw money at me, I catch it |
| Don’t worry 'bout how to pitch it |
| I’m gifted, but you knew that from the beginning, huh? |
| Statements at home but I’m grown so I’m getting by |
| Even eating soul food like it’s '95 |
| Feel it’s do or die |
| Cause the man with the most to offer is often the overlooked |
| Spent days at the library, now I’m often overbooked |
| No juking inside my movements, but haters is often shook |
| These women is fishing for ballers but, baby, I’m off the hook |
| Aware of my social status like whites aware of my blackness |
| Slaving to get a piece, tell master to kiss my ass is too perfect |
| Avoiding practice, but my OG told me «Work» |
| So I’mma hold it down like I’m drowning what I’m worth |
| I put in work |
| Tell me what I wanna hear |
| Cause the truth don’t feel to good |
| Tell it to me nice and clear |
| So I’m not misunderstood |
| Sometimes the truth hurts but I know it make you better |
| I ain’t giving you a lecture, but these words will live forever |
| Usually I wouldn’t rap this, but feel it more than ever |
| When my fam give me advice, but I just treat it like whatever |
| I came up clueless, so it’s hard to understand me |
| I’m the type to trade a Grammy for some more time with my family |
| I’m lying, LA nice, hit the bed like Dodgers might |
| Moving on up since the flow is dynamite, doing fine |
| At least that’s what you tell me |
| Sweet the sound of ignorance, ignoring pain to help me |
| I trust you like my brother, dawg |
| But love it when the curtains drawn |
| So keep your truce stuck in its tracks |
| You defy the smoke and mirrors, threw that monkey on my back |
| I’ve been going ape shit for complacence |
| I became sick, when I die, ill |
| Hospice where I chill, get a number to myself |
| Tell me what I wanna hear |
| Tell me what I wanna hear |
| Cause the truth don’t feel to good |
| Tell it to me nice and clear |
| So I’m not misunderstood |