Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Song About Nothing, artist - Rapsody. Album song She Got Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
A Song About Nothing |
Its fair to say the game is at the special place right now |
I’ll argue the best and the decade maybe even 20 |
Rap music comes and goes, rap artists here then gone |
Rapsody she’s here to stay, she got game better yet she got the game. |
(laughs) ya’ll ready? |
It’s |
Toca Tuesday |
the mood gray |
Another average news day |
Stomache rumbling I’m watchin blue ray |
Cleaning out my suitcase |
Thinking maybe souffle |
Will suit my menu looking thru my closet ain’t no Gucci |
Pile of laundry just as dirty as this scene that now play |
Counting on my fingers tryna make thru it da pay day |
Neighborhood kids running round loud as lightening |
Peep thru my blinds they horse playing fake fighting, shit |
Remember when I did the same |
Posted up after games |
All the older guys knew me just cause of my daddy’s name |
So I was always well behaved could never bring the family shame |
Played ball yesterday and rolled my ankle, still in pain |
Should probably ice it but I’m feeling lazy, I don’t care |
After this go off |
I’ll watch a marathon of Cliff and Claire |
I need to wash my hair but I ain’t doing that neither |
Finished all the laundry so I’ve earned myself another breather |
I’ll skip the souffle and probably just order some pizza |
My neighbor two doors down son alway smokin' reefa |
Been in my room all day blasting these weak computer speakers |
Between these bare walls with all these retro Jordan sneakers |
Last day of school and damn Ms Brann ain’t a teacher |
Hope I retire just as early I’ll spend it eating Pitas |
In Grant FILAs, Nautica sweats and wife beaters |
And spend my summers telling my kids about Derek Jeter |
I grew up off Merita used to learn Spanish in school |
Grew up forgot it all but, ehhh my English is cool |
So much they say my words in Spain and up in Jeruz |
Spent my day doing nothing its just my current mood |
I spent my day doing nothing its just mood |
I spent my day doing nothing, I ain’t that cool like |
I spent my day doing nothing it’s just my groove |
I spend my day doing nothing my attitude like |
My attitude like |
Fuck the world |
Attitude like |
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck the world |
Attitude like |
Fuck the world |
Currently, I’m secluded with my all passion |
I wonder if I’m slightly depressed from all thee harassment |
Like «when you gon get you a job?» |
my sister keep asking |
In a weird space, but ain’t overdosing no aspirins |
Another movie night will get my mind tighter |
Thinking Tiger |
I can bounce BACK from anything I’mma fighter, I’mma fighter |
Saw a spider now I’m creeped out |
I sleep wit my mouth tighter |
Sippin apple cider, I need to add this onto my rider |
Random thoughts in my lonely head |
The moon red, I ain’t a begger, but I beg to differ like a leper |
Won’t add me in your circle, all good I’ll make my own |
Know I look crazy talking to myself all alone |
Wonder if it really help to write it, if you do it stoned? |
Hell naw gimme clarity, |
I fell upon a basketball game |
Got me thinking back when I was young |
I was good, niggas used to watch me like a Game of Thrones |
They used to all tell me «you too short to play ever» |
So I gave up and in college ain’t play never |
Thought to myself «naw this won’t be same» |
So I got myself up 'cause I was made for game |