Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deception, artist - Saigon. Album song GSNT 3: The troubled times of Brian Carenard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Deception |
I had a lot of respect for her, lil' Erica |
Supposedly so sweet and now I regret that I messed with her (what happened?) |
As I recollect I be wonderin, was it reckless? |
If this happened to you, would you label this incorrectness? |
(tell me) |
'F' it, he ain’t deserve to keep his light |
I remember E tellin me 'bout them sleepness nights callin on Jesus Christ (word? |
He also used to beat his wife, that’s the reason she split |
Blames it on Erica, said that she’d never be shit (never be shit?) |
It made me sick the way she asked if I could keep a secret |
Said «Sai', you all I want but not the only one I sleep with» |
I’m thinkin freak bitch, but she said «Naw, this is some deep shit |
I’m trustin you, that’s the reason I’m tellin you, just peep it"(what she said?) |
She said «Boo, I don’t know what to do, since I was 2 |
Pop touched me in places that made me feel so uncomfy |
He said if I ever told a soul it’d be my Lord |
An agent over the course, he forced me to have an intercourse |
No I ain’t seekin your sympathy (damn) I just need to be held intimately |
Promise not to look at me differently"(what you do?) |
At that moment I knew that I would have to off pops (word) |
He blatantly rapin my shorty, hit my sore spot |
Told her from here on, I’ll shed her from harm |
Just confide in Saigon, she sang a song and just cried in my arm (damn, man) |
Told her confide in Saigon |
She sang a song and just cried in my arms |
Then she said — she said, she said |
«I don’t know how he could do it |
Let his own flesh and blood go through it |
All I know is I can’t take it no more!"(So what you do?) |
I plotted for three days on when and how to leave him twisted (uh-huh) |
The D’s are too swift with biscuit ballistics, can’t risk it (true) |
I asked E, she said if she was me she’d find a big stick to beat him with (damn) |
Then cut off his dick and feed him it |
I was thinkin «Damn, why you so belligerent, boo?» |
Then it hit me, like maybe it’s cause of all of the shit that she went through |
Bein so badly trapped, word to God it’s too bad he black |
Violatin whenever his daughter sat on daddy lap |
How the fuck I make him fathom that? |
Said the time she tried to spaz back her |
back slapped |
(What happened?) Collapsed and had a asthma attack (damn) |
See black? |
The tongue is as ill as a fatal act |
He never portrayed that type, down the tube to my table jack |
I’ll preach him some haps about keepin my paper stacked |
I used to use that advice (but now) but now it’s a bit too late for that |
Humble up on the outside, within was so cruel |
I talked and watched sports, ate soul food with this old dude (damn) |
Whoever thought a ex-newspaper reporter be rapin his daughter? |
(pssh) |
Son this sport is worth more than just eight and a quarter (I agree) |
There now, decided to do it, care style (how?) |
Slit his throat and smother him so when he scream you don’t hear a sound (right) |
He let me in, let’s see in five flat, was on the rug murdered (murdered?) |
Hit the jugular, turned and burned rubber before the blood squirted |
Went to E, and told her that he was done with (what she said?) |
Never had to worry 'bout your pops with all that dumb shit (no, what she said?) |
She looked at me like, «Nigga you playin |
Fuck you mean my pops is done with? |
(She said WHAT?) Exactly what the fuck is |
you sayin?» |
I said «Erica, what the fella did was foulin me and foulin you too |
She said, «Oooh, you done did what I doubted you’d do» |
Started lookin hysteric, lookin like she was possessed by a superior spirit |
Wasn’t tryin to hear it (fuck that) |
I grabbed her arm, shook her up, spoke on some calm shit (man) |
Asked her «What's the matter, I thought it was what you wanted?» |
Thought it was what you wanted? |
(That's what I thought) |
Thought it was what you wanted? |
(That's why you in here?) Yeah man, so yeah |
Come to find out, the bitch father was never even rapin her son |
(What?! Get the fuck outta here) |
Yo I go and I take homie out and shit (you took him out?) |
Then come to find out she was settin homie up to get some insurance money |
(What? Insurance money?) |
Now I’m up in here with y’all motherfuckers (you got to be, shittin me man!) |
Nah, I ain’t here for that, I’m just fuckin with you man |
I’m here for some other shit man (ahh, you stupid!) |
Y’all some stupid muh’fuckers anyway man (nigga you’s a stupid motherfucker) |
Anyway, man I gotta go use this phone, I’ll be back |
I gotta use the phone real quick (fuck that) |
Make sure shorty come right this time |
I’ll be back y’all (lyin ass nigga) |