Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lonely Thoughts, 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
Lonely Thoughts |
Penny for a beggar, beg to differ |
These just my lonely thoughts that sometimes get off with some liquor |
So I don’t drink so much no more at war wit my own picture |
What you thought it was? |
Cuz I ain’t perfect as the dove in scriptures |
Tight as two sisters but my favorite color black |
They say the color purple royal soil on my back |
From the war that I been fighting just to make it off the map |
I was waiting for the sun to set, they intrigued with my black |
I guess the pitch is like my soul |
Worn out just like my Fo’s |
I took the blue pill yesterday |
The key to all my goals |
Going over songs we like and songs we don’t |
Don’t wanna fall short as the gnomes and I have yet to visit Rome |
24 inches how we used to dream of chrome |
Last year my sister moved from New Orleans and she ain’t need no loans |
We light up like the scones when talkin money trees |
How you don’t eat pork but smoke holy on tobacco? |
Weed |
I never breath, another breed, Q, Phife, Ali Shaheed |
Check the rhyme It’s just my time to kill It like the purge this spring |
Deep as the valleys in the Philippines and up in Cali |
They say this tape is like an album |
Threw one in the galaxy all for free |
Magna carter I been part of |
My independent ass motherfucker they couldn’t water |
Down look around the takeover dun took over |
And we been doing shit that you average rapper can’t shoulder |
So, what’s next I suspect your death |
Welcome to the game where we trained to never follows refs |
Lot of great players, but we as better as a team |
You learned that watching Miami and the spurs just this spring |
Scary as the ring in the well |
On the scale I weigh like the Bronson or Adele |
I’m shell as full jacket metal |
Madame I replicated the summer of Sam, damn |
Kill at ran-damn (random) Im like Van Damm stuck in a dam |
Damn, who is the killa? |
Wit agility |
Flow bend like that around Anguilla |
Got the skill of thriller |
Came from underground to get a mill or Two |
Everyday I’ve wrote, it seemed to wanna rain a few |
I guess I’ll reign for you, Philly to NY |
Just to wet you up I’m tear ducts to a dry eye |
My my what he told me reciting OBI, Kenobi |
«you'll be the death of me solely» |
I told him showly, I agree I’m Ali, cross um like Doji |
Sting like wasps I serve um losses they lowley |
Call me young achilles cuz I snap on these like Kobe Now |
Back to talking bout my day it went smoothly |
I woke up hella early, last night watched a movie |
And compared it to my life like 2-D boobies, the come up, like the sun up, |
when ya son up mornings crying for juices |
Adolescents |
Never stress um |
Developed I bless um |
Denaun thanks for the blessing |
One of the best in the game |
I still remain, outside still writing in the rain, I reign |
Why don’t you come home at night no more, no more |
Why can’t you see past a thing, no more |
Yeah I see the gun but it’s a pellet |
Yeah the ball is in your court, but it’s appellate |
They sayin Acid was an album retail it |
I said I got way too much soul for me to sell it |
That’s why godfather tied the cape on my shoulders |
Said save em from false prophets and wolves in sheeps' clothing |
I’m a little too hard to be slept on |
I’m a little too sharp to be stepped on |
A little too Pac for the septum |
I’m so pretty I make mirrors blush |
I spit the shit in a party to make your ear adjust |
I’m a parapalegic parrot with a pair of crutches in a no fly zone |
On the phone talking bout how Bush trying to disparage us |
There’s a metaphor if I expound |
There’s a better score in the next round |
Me and raps go together like donuts and fresh ground |
Coffee, I’m awfully softly spoken |
In Autumn, fall leaf clovin |
My posters on dry wall and my banners are star spangled |
My demons get charred, mangled, Chancelor the Archangel |
I don’t pray for chart singles |
I grab life by the ankle like Kurt Angle |
And ask it if it’s ticklish |
Ask me if that’s ridiculous |
I’m a meticulous fickle dude |
That just happens to spit a little bit |
And you can tell I rapped this off my phone |
Cause you can hear that ringtone in the background but I’m in the zone |