Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swim Away, artist - Raz Simone. Album song Cognitive Dissonance EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Black Umbrella
Song language: English
Swim Away |
It’s 8 am, and I’m hungry as fuck |
So I walk up the street to the grocery store, pass up the Starbucks |
Because a cup of coffee can’t fill my cup |
And a cup of coffee can’t, can’t fill my stomach up |
Plus regardless, I don’t even like the taste |
And the hunger in my stomach is more than enough to keep me awake |
So even if I eat this food that I took time to choose and make |
I still have that same hunger, 'cause that hunger cannot be replaced |
But everyone else at the table is full, I cannot relate |
They have some kush that smells great, they rolled it up before we ate |
I still have food up on my plate, so I masticate, sittin' up straight |
But they slouched on the couch, blowin' an ounce to the face |
And they continue to blow, 'til the ounce turns to an eighth |
And then it’s me that they thank because the house supplied the dank |
So even when I’m just shittin', there are still moves that have been made |
But they lose and I take, and they feel different, so they feel great |
Nah, for a few minutes to an hour |
Depending on how strong the diesel was up in that sour |
But they know that I got that power, so they stay down for some hours |
Then they turn the tv on, it took 'em a minute to find the power |
I walked to the window, watch the wind blow, the rain shower |
Feels like a life-sized fish tank, but I’m in my tower |
I wave, it’s been fun, but I really have to go |
This tank we call a sea is too small for me to grow |
It’s never too cold, but never too sunny |
So there’s rainbows in the clouds |
When the rain blows, I’mma swim away |
I’mma swim away |
I’mma, I’mma swim away |
I’m so different from these niggas, they probably laughin' at the course |
Instead of doing somethin' different, they do the same shit, boring |
It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring |
They’re on that nursery rhyme shit, I’m on that Maury |
Who that baby’s daddy, it’s unfortunate that they were born weak |
Born meek, lazy enough to follow, but too scared to lead |
And if they could, they would let somebody else walk in they feet |
Don’t even feel comfortable in they own skin so they take a of that weed |
And then they’re gone, movin' at a Seattle speed |
That’s slo-mo, that’s hella deep |
Faster than that screw, but too slow for a city |
I can’t live another year here when time is my enemy |
'Cause then you take that year, and divide by at least three times |
And that’s how many years would’ve gone by in a New York state of mind |
So why is this state of mine behind? |
I’m tryin' to get to the bottom of the line |
But everyone else is tryin' to climb, you know how the crabs in the bucket go |
So it’s been real, and I love my home |
But I think you already know, I really have to go |
Because this tank we call a sea is too small for me to grow |
He left everything and everyone |
He just left, it’s just like poof, he disappeared |
Or was kidnapped, or just taken up into the sky |
He’s just gone |
I’m doin' breaststrokes through the water |
The more I swim, the more it gets hotter |
It’s hard enough to leave my son, I’m lucky I didn’t have a daughter |
When he asks where I am, tell him his father’s a sea monster |
The Solomonster, to be exact, from Razpeattle |
And if he’s my son, he’s bout to grab his paddle |
And then run out the house before his cousin tattles |
Fightin' the elements and tons of battles |
Yellin' 'til his lungs’ll crackle |
So pack him a jar of honey and a saddle |
Because he’s gonna be hoarse, and he’s gonna need a horse |
Ridin' all the trails, no place for a Porsche |
Fightin' with his bare hands, hella words, and some swords |
Some drums and some chords, the world looks at us as poor |
But we’re richer than the most, because we’re happy and content |
With hella heart and hella soul, we walk past all the gold |
But we stop for every soul, because that’s what matters most |
And our priorities, and our goals, the material things are just stones |
But they still chase rubble, I’mma hop up in my shuttle |
And see if someone up there understands me down here |
And then when I get there, I’mma wave |
Because even outer space is too small of a tank, dang |