Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Should Have Known Better, artist - Polyrhythm Addicts. Album song Rhyme Related, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Should Have Known Better |
From now until my physical frame is in the dirt |
I’ll stalk at night, live what I write, edit the height, thoughts |
Of place, familiar place trying to remember |
House party in the Brook in the middle of December |
Grilling my chick, all in her face like, «You the shit» |
When I told you, «Back the fuck up,» you rose your gun up |
Now you one-up, and I knew this time will come around soon |
When I will see you in a place where you wouldn’t expect |
You on the express line with burgers on your mind, call |
Me the burglar because I stole you from the blindside |
Dug in your holster, you didn’t think I’d pop up like a toaster |
Should I roast ya? |
Never flash—if you do, rock a vest |
If Shabaam had have went to the police, none of this would have ever happened |
Now they |
Got me locked for gun-clapping, face-smacking, causing action |
In the burger spot (Did it turn into a murder plot?) |
Nuh uh |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |
It’s always one thing or another. |
Devils |
Been pushing buttons, too much pressure to stomach |
Still can’t believe you really done it. |
Shed tears |
Shed fears, ran up the school stairs, spray |
Eight classmates by the side gates—take that |
Payback for all the years perceived inferior |
Ashamed to look in the mirror no longer, headlines |
Say, «Five Teenagers Are Goners,» cops lurk on every |
Corner. |
Can’t figure right from wrong, you’d shoot your momma |
If she tried to stop ya. |
Gotta do what you gotta except |
You should not have in the first place, gonna pay the price |
In the afterlife, going to a bad place. |
Twice cursed |
Once at birth, the second with the first mortal sin |
Committed on Earth when you searched your soul. |
You know |
You’re worth respect and matter. |
Losing control ain’t the key |
To making your reputation fatter |
Being somewhere you don’t need to be |
Doing something you don’t need to be doing |
Saying something you don’t need to be saying |
You get your ass ruined. |
You should have known better |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |
You! |
You take |
A dark walk through the park, you spark rhymes |
To keep your lonely company. |
OK, it’s |
Payday, and your pockets are lumpy. |
You’re like a dead man |
Walking with your Walkman all the way up to ten |
And then, all of a sudden, the light goes out |
You’re like, «What's that all about?» |
Your shook ass starts to shout, shook on lyrics |
Queens killers ain’t got no feelings |
You’re not prepared for the up-and-coming dealings |
The sound of crunching leaves got your ass sprinting |
Through the bushes, a new way out you’re inventing |
You’re constantly killing yourself, you’re not the one, but there’s |
An owl in a tree, and he’s like, «If not you, well, then who?» |
Ungodly speed has gotten into you |
You came to a fence, it was a simple leap |
You ended up on the roof of a parked Jeep |
Now the hood was dented, window tinted, face was on the glass |
The couple humping inside jumped out and kicked your ass |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |
You! |
You should have known better |