Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange Land, artist - QuillyDate of issue: 31.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Strange Land |
| Stange land, in the midst of trouble |
| Uh, yeah, 50 missed calls, a 100 text messages |
| Treated me like peasant |
| Now they call me cuz I’m relevant |
| Ridin' to my shows, Mordecai like the President |
| Uh, digital ruler; |
| still measuring |
| 5 star dishes, etiquette, real elegance |
| Still eat at the (?) to remind me when I was sellin' nicks |
| Came along way from standin' on the corner |
| Just to make sure I eat breakfast, I would stand until the mornin' |
| I used to grind for kicks, I ain’t asking my mom for shit |
| Think back, when I was 16, trappin' for pun |
| Before school let out, my whole package was done |
| Fuck that, I want my own shit |
| Started wit a 3.5, I want my own brick |
| Before my IPhone, chirppin' off the flip phone shit |
| P95; |
| chrome shit, open your top; |
| Dallas cowboy dome shit |
| These streets are strange but this is all I know |
| I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go |
| The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul |
| I know, I know, it ain’t no need change |
| I put my heart in my raps |
| Wanna hit the chart wit my raps |
| I was a DJ in the kitchen, man I started from scratch |
| Matter fact, take em back. |
| Let it breathe |
| Talk to em |
| Matter fact, far as rap |
| Matter fact, far as trap |
| Matter fact, far as crack, I ain’t ever lookin' back |
| Look at me, came from nothin', labels callin' |
| People want me |
| Ain’t it funny, do it large, bitches sayin «he got money» |
| How I end up in that cell? |
| How I end up in that jail? |
| How she text me 21 times? |
| She ain’t even send no mail |
| How niggas' sayin that I owe them? |
| Ain’t pay my lawyer or bail |
| Some people hate just to hate, some people want you to fail |
| What I do? |
| Get it poppin', fly away; |
| Mary Poppins |
| Pulled off in a foreign, now I see em; |
| look who watchin' |
| They say «keys open doors», kick it down; |
| I ain’t knockin' |
| I’m on «go», I ain’t stoppin |
| Bitch I finally got it rockin'! |
| These streets are strange but this is all I know |
| I tried to leave but ain’t no need to go |
| The cold, the rain, the pain is in my soul |
| I know, I know, it ain’t no need change |