Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paradise, artist - Rob Curly. Date of issue: 01.08.2022
Song language: English
Paradise |
| Walking, in a crooked line headed to success |
| Tryna let the bird fly, caged in my chest |
| Locked in with blunt smoke, and heartbreak and soul |
| Like I’m Santa at the front, tho, droppin' off coal |
| All I got left are photos in my phone |
| Missed calls from «Don't answer», missed calls from home |
| Same number, same phone, same misses wrong |
| Smoke with her father whose close with her mom |
| Now I’m stuck with wise words, life’s movin' on |
| «Rob, you’ll find a nice girl, wife her up and all!» |
| Lighten up your silver linings, lighten up |
| Probably not a Mike and Ike for every time I lost my pride |
| I’m not being funny when I’m telling you it’s rap or die |
| Once you take a leap of fate then you really gotta fly |
| I feel alive, getting mine, losin', I was asinine |
| Workin' hard to pass the time, all the time (all the time) |
| But where does the time go? |
| (Where?) |
| I thought it was forever, but nothin' lasts forever, I’m here right now. |
| (Right now, yeah) |
| I’m here right now (Right now) |
| I’m ready for whatever, whether bad or better |
| I’m here right now (Right now) |
| I’m here right now |
| Right. |
| Now |
| Restless energy, is the sin of me |
| One step feels like a thousand, like a millipede |
| Come up out your pockets, cause talk is cheap |
| And I don’t got the appetite for petty beef |
| Let me speak, let me get a word, in |
| Tellin' me you’ll turn around and leave 'em screaming «turn» |
| Then, curve your way up outta here, get out of here |
| Dibbled here and dabbled there |
| Hard to hide a bad affair |
| Never fear, dropped her like an empty beer |
| Cassie dear, fuck you very much, still would love to fuck |
| Thank you very much, smoked a blunt to forget you |
| Never will forget you, never had a heart |
| But that’s never been an issue, cause words are |
| The be all, and end all, and women, addicted, to them like, the menthol |
| Some girls are mental |
| Some girls are simple |
| Some girls are permanent |
| Some girls are pencil… |
| But everybody’s different (True) |
| And everybody got a little something to prove |
| And I ain’t on a mission (Work) |
| But I ain’t tryna waste another day like a fool |
| This… Is paradise. |
| Relax |
| Too, too, too much rapper traffic, stop |
| Not enough rappers gettin', guap |
| Charge into the game, homie’s outta juice |
| Drownin' in the fame, and the flippin' views |
| I’m just tryna live good and live on |
| Conducting, a bandwagon, back off or get on |
| Bullshit is for the birds, fuck with them, get shit on |
| Run hard, dive in, knock on, the pylon |
| Touchdown for my team, iPhones and flatscreens |
| Worth more than life itself to those of us with nothin' else |
| Wishing, for wealth, paychecks on belts |
| Didn’t stop for latex, now she need ya help |
| Boo-hoo, sad story, young dad, still boring |
| Been there, done that, seen hell, came back |
| Egad, true life, same shit, new type |
| Old hoes, new problems, same days, same nights |
| I’m here right now |
| (Right now) |