Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Of Pi , by - Rapsody. Release date: 27.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life Of Pi |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, we all there |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, somebody care about you |
| (Take it back like hockey jerseys, guest jeans, and butter Timbs) |
| Yeah, yo, Richard Parker, spark up the mighty Pi |
| Like in the Y, MCA beast you today and forever |
| I never lost the love from a cub, I had to mistletoe |
| Kiss 'em goodbye, I cry but I don’t miss 'em though |
| Mister Mos Definitely, Misses Recipe, what he made of? |
| All me, gave em everything, OV |
| O, October’s very own, far from heaven |
| The cost is leavened bread |
| Death from the flesh I blessed the estimate |
| Another skin broken again, poking |
| Skins, it ain’t me, just my friends, well fuck love |
| Try to take your mind off water for story |
| The hotels for coattails, everything |
| Still I really bring |
| Shine silver linings the lines looking for better |
| No matter what you’ve been through, I promise there’s better weather |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, we all there |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, somebody care about you |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, we all there |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, somebody care about you |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (uh, yeah) |
| Now you could dream a pretty pilot more colorful than a Pixar |
| Picture or live pixelated tryna place |
| Your puzzle pieces, pivot the pumpkin pie slices |
| Prism, the pinnacle pimp |
| Pinching pretty pennies for picnics while picking them profits |
| No prophet, nigga play me like humpty |
| While I stand and never fall on that wall, you box my pride in |
| Pride open the palm of the poet, holding my prize in it |
| Psalms open the palm of the hand, I hold a nine in |
| Song of the lost traveler’s goodbyes |
| Private hellos, rubbin' elbows in the party |
| Pardon me for my pellfold |
| Part of me played his partner before he offered me jail clothes |
| Permanent black mark on my soul, dark or get charcoaled |
| Harder to hard his hurt over waters |
| Often I fell up on that same face, got washed off with lost grace |
| Why this talk and taste, 4 in the morning, when nothing fills you |
| Eating, but no one fills you at the bottom with the bass |
| You await, with a lion in your face, in the center of troubled waters |
| Repenting, knowing revenge is sweet |
| Falling on bending knees, praying you could taste a plate of victory |
| Knowing the credits after the mystery made history, nigga |
| (Take it back like hockey jerseys, guest jeans, and butter Timbs) |
| Blu |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, we all there |
| Keep yo head above water my nigga, somebody care about you |