Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 24.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down |
| I hope (I hope) |
| I hope with the highest of hopes |
| That I never have to go back to the trap |
| And my days of dealing with dope |
| So I, I only spit fire and dope |
| So later on you can go quote |
| My lines to your people and folk |
| And they say damn (damn) |
| That boy be spitting that pressure (pressure) |
| And he be smoking that pressure (pressure) |
| And he smart as a professor (yessir) |
| 25 lighters on dresser, pound of that pressure |
| Sittin right next to (next to) |
| Next to a book and a gun |
| Ballot or bullet, you better use one |
| One time for the freedom of speeches (speech) |
| Two time for the right to hold heaters (heaters) |
| Just skip to the fifth with the cops in the house |
| Close your mouth and pray to your Jesus |
| Ask why cause the Devil a lie (lie) |
| So I stay holy and high (high) |
| May never get rich, but I never bitch |
| 'Cause I made it here by and by |
| My, my, y'all |
| I coulda died, y'all |
| A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all |
| I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all |
| But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all |
| Oh my, y'all |
| I coulda died, y'all |
| A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all |
| I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all |
| But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all |
| You're gonna need a bigger boat, boys, you're in trouble |
| Gonna need a little hope, boys, on the double |
| You muckin' with a G here, see talk to me |
| Or maybe listen to the man that barely dodged his own lobotomy |
| Pop the tape in baby, we got shit we wrote for you |
| Came from feeling what a pure absence of hope can do |
| Only to leap through flaming rings and break the nose of crews |
| Still in their wings'll be them darlings of hope they've broken you |
| (Yeah, they better hope that) I'm a full force and a cold fact |
| See the cold floor, where I licked dirt when the dough dried and pride died |
| Had a bud max, had to shop right |
| Gimme two meals and the lights on |
| Imma do right, get a new crew |
| Make a new life, never boo hoo |
| Never lose sight, I'm true dude |
| With a burst heart from a old soul |
| Better stop drop when the squad's hot, we don't stop a lot |
| We don't talk a lot about it, we just pop it off a lot |
| I'm high, man, I'm a cosmonaut |
| Scream, "Fuck 'em," 'til they lop our bloody noggins off |
| I promise y'all |
| My, my, y'all |
| I coulda died, y'all |
| A couple times I took my eyes off the prize, y'all |
| I know a few people pray for my demise, y'all |
| But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise, y'all |
| Oh my, y'all |
| I coulda died, y'all |
| A couple times, I took my eyes off the prize, y'all |
| I know a couple people pray for my demise, y'all |
| But even birds with broken wings want to fly, y'all |