Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Of Pi, artist - Rapsody.
Date of issue: 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 |