Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Fog , by - Rexx Life Raj. Release date: 04.11.2019
Song language: English
The Fog |
| I move through the valley lows |
| See mountains high as my hopes |
| It’s crazy I stay afloat |
| Still float through these clouds alone |
| Get lost in the haziness, demons rush me |
| Anxiousness, its crazy shit, when I walk through the fog |
| (Yeah, yeah) |
| Spend your whole life searchin' |
| For what you already have |
| Some think they’ll find it in a bag of cash, or wedding rings |
| Or the expensive things that they dangle front us |
| That’s why we sacrifice the ones that’s down off of the come up |
| But get your bread up, promise follow and always spread love |
| And keep your head up |
| When you walk through the fog |
| Drifting, swirling |
| As I’m |
| Falling through these clouds again |
| (Falling through these clouds) |
| I move through the valley lows |
| See mountains high as my hopes |
| It’s crazy I stay afloat |
| Still float through these clouds alone |
| Get lost in the haziness, demons rush me |
| Anxiousness, its crazy shit, when I walk through the fog |
| Ayy, walk through the fog like bay weather |
| Still undefeated like Mayweather |
| I know I’m doin' it right |
| The universe sendin' me signs in bold letters |
| I see the writin' on the wall |
| Went to Europe put the writin' on the wall |
| I remember back when I was playin' ball |
| I ain’t really wanna do that shit at all |
| But I stuck it out, mama ain’t raise no |
| Put in my papa ain’t raise no sucka |
| You let her free blessin’s slip through your fingers |
| You look like a dumb mufucka |
| Not me, now we in NY, take a Uber to Harlem to get us a chopped cheese |
| Crazy this last year, travel whole globe, still feel like I’m not free |
| Why is that? |
| (Why is that?) |
| 'Cause when it’s in your head you can’t run from it |
| Hard to clean the dirt when you come from it |
| Why they ask for the truth |
| And then get they feelin’s hurt when you keep it 100? |
| Niggas swear that they worth way more than they worth |
| Until they get stunted on |
| I remember gettin' fronted on |
| Now I’m big boss like Pop’s was |
| I shoulda been dead or locked up |
| Clean as a whistle but they still see me as criminal, yeah |
| So with one middle finger up and the other on my genitals |
| I move through the valley lows |
| See mountains high as my hopes |
| It’s crazy I stay afloat |
| Still float through these clouds alone |
| Get lost in the haziness, demons rush me |
| Anxiousness, its crazy shit, when I walk through the fog |