Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tell Me Yours, artist - Propaganda. Album song Crimson Cord, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.01.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Tell Me Yours |
| I’m honestly not looking for thank yous because I don’t deserve them |
| I didn’t earn them |
| But you can thank South Central |
| Thank the San Gabriel Valley |
| Run up PCH and go’n and thank Lake Merritt |
| Every TurfWalker and scraper bike |
| When you see one say «Thanks for Prop’s music» |
| Poseidon, who made sure the bar was high in cyphers |
| Krystal, Kevin and Corey, the other Black family in Belinda |
| Thomas Polkinghorn — he’s why I even like rap |
| Thank the foundation, I.E., the hardest battles I’ve been in against |
| Triune, Dead Eye and Ishues |
| Breuman, Zaragosa, Wilbur family introduced me to the gospel |
| Reynosa and Coleman, Whitenhill, Robles tried and my Sri Lankan twin Holden |
| Ronnie David Robles |
| He the first to put a spray can in my hand |
| And my imagination expanded |
| That’s why my art is ambidextrous |
| I owe you one hermano! |
| Trujillo, Montez, Sales, Carrasco |
| I told you I grew up with vatos |
| Leon, Myren and Junie |
| Miss Venita Shells, Uncle Ray, Aunt Fannie Mae |
| Vakaa Rose and Aunt Ethell |
| Mr. Jeffrey, Ms. Cronan and Palicki came to get me |
| When I was ditching US History |
| Trying to keep up with Trevor Penick |
| Thanks David Utley |
| He told me he thought God made black people by smearing them ‘em feces |
| And Brad Sutton, who called rap «jungle jive» |
| True story |
| It’s what drew me to the scriptures |
| And years later offered ya’ll Lofty |
| Dr. Anderson, David Rojas, Mr. Singer |
| Doug Thigpen, Ms. Monje and Herrera for turning down my advances |
| Lol! |
| I would’ve never met mi Alma |
| Thanks Silvana and Ms. Jenna Kamp |
| The most outside-the-box teachers that knew that kids could learn |
| And ain’t buy that «at-risk» rhetoric |
| Nicolette and the Wilson’s, an adopted clan of twelve |
| I witnessed troubled abandoned kids get loved into success |
| Huizars, Neyda, Dahlia and Graciella Conchas |
| I was there when your pop died and I still got that bracelet |
| Cynthia Saldana. |
| Oh! |
| Patience and both Uplands |
| Tiffany, Kaamill, Spencer |
| Masonry, Bianca, Uyen |
| Nick Luevano and Raphael Cala |
| These kids were the fuel for at least three albums |
| Thank the Blowed, A Mic and Dimmed Lights |
| Up the street, round the corner |
| Where my heart was best kept |
| Thank Best Kept and Shihan |
| They’re why I love poetry |
| An encouragement of mi Ate |
| Irene Fay Duller, who told me to try my hand at poetry |
| Hey, what’s up with Jodel, how he doin'? |
| Thank El Taco Naco |
| Where Taboo of the Black Eyed Peas |
| Accidentally kicked me in the tooth |
| That’s why it’s chipped to this day |
| True story |
| Thanks Zane One, Sareem Poems and Ozay Moore |
| Rosario Ortega, Shames Worthy, James, Janice |
| Nichole Petty and Thomas Joseph Terry |
| These deserve your thanks |
| If you see them, tell them I sent you |
| I didn’t know then, but I know now |
| What I cannot ignore is my Crimson Cord |
| Don’t tell me yours, tell me yours, tell me yours |
| Tell me yours, tell me yours |
| Tell me yours, tell me yours |
| Tell me yours, tell me yours |
| Tell me yours, tell me yours |
| Crimson Cord |