Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pachino, artist - Rehab.
Date of issue: 05.08.2021
Song language: English
Pachino |
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall |
With a gun in his hand |
And a look in his eyes |
Like he might know just how I feel right now |
This, too, shall pass |
You know I’m quick to go syllable-istic |
Nothing majestic, just fresher than the next |
I flex through text, so turn up my transcript |
Danny ran the gambit |
Lamping, lab the lab |
Down to collab' on any track you have |
I’ve been laughed at for my abstract attack |
Actually, they be bullied from what I said way back |
The psycho circles like landfill buzzards, they must be the rich birds |
I heard a blue jay just say, «That's my cousin» |
Zip-a-dee-doo-da, ain’t nothing happening |
These rhymes are Randy Moss practicing route-running |
But from the couch cushion with the beer |
And the sun coming up in the morning |
If what’s done in the dark get to look at the light, I’ll keep writing |
I’m not a titan, but I’ll spit 'em tight |
Wanna stay fighting to make a living with this gift I’ve been given |
With all of my might, man, come get it |
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall |
With a gun in his hand |
And a look in his eyes |
Like he might know just how I feel right now |
This, too, shall pass |
People, they be looking at me like, «What an idiot» |
He need to get a better gig, a job that got some benefits |
But they don’t really get that I’m a limited edition |
Attempted to spit it ever since a little kid could listen |
To Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph, kept his attention |
Practicing in repetition |
Now I’m a lethal weapon chipping away at this existence |
And live in any minute, the minute not limited with timidity |
No longer interested in any industry entity |
It’ll take a shiny diamond, pretty penny just to get with me |
Spit it independently |
These companies are human centipedes |
Stinking, slimy, slippery |
Tricking me for the vivid imagery |
My intentions are never to say they need venom or synergy |
Danny be in the periphery |
Jamming in anonymity |
Running with raggedy, rugged, rabid personalities |
Making it happen, tapping the pads |
Rapping it back at the crib, in the cabin labbing up with Dakota |
Said the colder the flow, the better |
Let’s go get the cheddar |
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall |
With a gun in his hand |
And a look in his eyes |
Like he might know just how I feel right now |
This, too, shall pass |
I guess I’m stuck up 'cause I don’t bust what the youngins love |
Just a doomcuff from bumcuff Egypt, my bruv |
With dreams of a young buck died quick, like, duh |
It’s a venom, it’s venus flytrap once you catch that buzz |
Hurry, catch a buzz 'cause guilt is all the trail weighs |
But a ton of us collapsed under the need to hellraise |
Slow learner, low class, fought and got my bell rang |
Acting hard, but I was more chitty chitty than bang bang |
'Cause bullets and BBs are just not the same thing |
Pumped up with Daisy |
Twenty times, the safety |
Stays off like the thought process with a brain bleed |
Not the sharpest bush axe in the shack, my main squeeze is the M-I-C |
I said O-K-E-Ys, and my M-O-U-'s let’s see |
Everything is my muse, I’m five-seven, obese |
478 is the zip until Alexander deceased |
To say the least, life is a trip around the sun 'til you’re done |
So I now shoot from the hypocritical hip we’re equipped with |
It’s nitwits from Earth |
Sick of what we sit with and the anger hurts |
I got a poster of Al Pachino on my wall |
With a gun in his hand |
And a look in his eyes |
Like he might know just how I feel right now |
This, too, shall pass |