Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sojourner, artist - Rapsody. Album song Eve, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
Sojourner |
Aba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm |
Oh, I swam for miles, only to realize the current |
Is fightin' against me and I’m so tired, I’m floatin' now |
Oh, from here on out, I’ve got to realize the power |
Of learnin' to let go, and just let God |
Enjoy the ride |
Yeah, look |
Born into pain, alcoholic veins |
Over-analytical brain a product of the shame |
And runnin' from a past, that’s checkered like the game |
Somewhere 'long the way somebody snatched my peace and main |
Maybe that’s the reason I spent decades seekin' fame |
And fortune hopin' that a proper portion would contain |
The sadness in my eyes, remember when I came |
In this music business, all their questions was insane |
«Why you never smile in your pictures?» |
I refrain |
From givin' you the answer 'cause that answer wasn’t plain |
Enough for me to see 'cause at the time I knew my name |
But didn’t know myself, and so I dealt with shit the same |
As a fugitive, but running from the truth and shit |
I shoot the shit with niggas, but they never knew the shit that’s hidden deep |
Within the crevices like ever since I was a child |
Seen my mama with the pistol pointed at her dome and how |
In the fuck do you expect for me to ever be the best lil' me |
That I can be, when trauma’s deep inside of me, like I.V. |
fluid Pumpin' through |
the blood of wifey, while she’s givin' birth |
To my child, I know my thoughts are runnin' wild |
Bear with my style, this just a trial run |
Just heard these kids don’t know 'bout Malcolm |
And I’m sort of heartbroken 'cause the elders lost hope in our youth |
And here I sit dead in the middle, not a little boy no more |
But not quite old yet, wakin' up in cold sweats |
Scared that I’m too disconnected from the kids' perspective |
The world ain’t got no patience for some shit that’s introspective So where in |
the fuck that leave me? |
Irrelevant, I guess |
Went from Heaven-sent to hella bent, intelligent but stressed, damn |
Oh, I swam for miles, only to realize the current |
Is fightin' against me and I’m so tired, I’m floatin' now |
Oh, from here on out, I’ve got to realize the power |
Of learnin' to let go, and just let God |
Enjoy the ride |
One more time |
Swim good, enjoy the ride (Yeah) |
Every day I rise, thank God that I am alive (Yeah) |
Yeah, swim good, enjoy the ride (Yeah) |
Every day I rise, thank God that I am alive (Uh) |
Permanent vacation for forever |
Some things you gotta leave behind, some people just like weather |
And seasons, for that reason, I know I’ll always have a leg up |
Weatherman forecast me dead last, think I’m just another nigga |
Maybe, I’ll be the next Black Beatle like Swae Lee |
Yeah, I know my worth, these colonizers got to pay me |
Yeah, I had to go first 'cause the rest would never last |
I had to show the positives for those that couldn’t add |
Lookin' at the ads, they only love us if our ass |
Out and so I’m out, I got an Audi and it’s bad |
I said that line 'cause niggas only respect you if you brag |
It don’t work on me the same, don’t give a fuck 'bout what you have |
Everybody claimin' boss, none of you niggas got no staff |
It don’t measure up the same, what’s a quarter to a half? |
Of a whole lot of problems, nigga, who taught you to add? |
Where I’m from, we don’t recognize that it’s good math |
If you don’t teach the ones that’s comin' up to multiply their cash |
Think for themselves, think beyond sales |
Everything with worth don’t come with some whistles and some bells |
The ones I gotta leave behind, the ones you gotta bail |
Meek Mill, I’m workin' hard, ain’t too far from a meek mil' |
To keep it real, the realest niggas I know always kept it real |
And I’ma tell you, Black-on-Black murder been whack |
9th, turn me up so they can hear me in the back |
Yeah, and that’s pretty hard for me |
But you see hopeful niggas and where they all ought to be |
Scared to grow wings, Birdman with a bunch of Carter beef |
That’s old news, look, nigga, you talkin' to modern me |
Smarter, we had better conversations sittin' with barbers |
Puttin' hearts and heads in niggas who don’t think ahead, who taught you? |
School y’all, school y’all, welcome to the schoolyard |
Teach you how to make moves without needin' a U-HAUL |
I was on you all when I was growin' up |
Now it’s you all that’s all on these nuts |
I’m ballin', havin' a ball and I got the balls to say it |
Who needs inspiration where you know when you can play it? |
Carolina to the heart, nobody here gon' play us |
The day that we expire, Carolina’s where they’ll lay us |
I woke up feelin' like Aaliyah, yeah, a million and one bucks |
Told these niggas I don’t give a single million and one fuck, Rap |
Oh, I swam for miles, only to realize the current |
Is fightin' against me and I’m so tired, I’m floatin' now |
Oh, from here on out, I’ve got to realize the power |
Of learnin' to let go, and just let God |
Enjoy the ride |