
Date of issue: 03.03.2010
Song language: English
Just Love Here |
I, I got so much to say* |
Don’t even know how to say it |
All this hype, all this noise |
I’m ready |
First stop high school rookie |
Not a single fan writing rhymes playing hookie |
Back around the time Fred Durst got nookie |
Couple years before my ass had ever seen pussy |
Yeah, young Sammy with a fantasy |
Found my mind first time I blew a gram of tree |
Used to hate on my brotha cause I didn’t see |
That good weed made a shackled man feel free |
But they could never see that, nope |
And my music seemed weak |
Embarrassed to play me tracks embarrassed to be me |
Yeah, stepped up with my levels on the beats |
Made a damn anthem for my high school team |
But no features, packed bleachers |
Hearing myself blast out of car speakers |
And that’s when I started to believe and finally realized |
I should let myself succeed (I should let myself succeed) |
And when I leave stage, and the limelight |
And the groupie girls, when the times right |
And I fly home back to my life |
With my fam around me yeah it sounds right |
When I leave LA with my mind right |
On a couch at home for the whole night |
No drugs here, just love here |
Just love here |
Next stop tears in my eyes |
Remembering the person I was so set to disguise |
Packing up for college no parents at the time |
Starting a new chapter of Sammy Adams life |
Write, and my rhymes got better |
Spittin everyday new vocabs clever |
I Hate College allowed me to enter |
The realm of popularity I thought I’d reach never |
Ever, and loves an endeavor |
I want my girl to love me but my music won’t let her |
Chasing all my dreams while I float like a feather |
Yeah, and my grades going south |
But as an intellectual I needed to get out so |
I visited to see what it was bout |
And being close to Boston it made a better route |
These fake ass promoters stay running their mouth |
Reacting to what they say with a handful of doubt, ouch |
And when I leave stage, and the limelight |
And the groupie girls, when the times right |
And I fly home back to my life |
With my fam around me yeah it sounds right |
When I leave LA with my mind right |
On a couch at home for the whole night |
No drugs here, just love here |
Just love here |
Third stop, waiting at my gate |
This home sick feeling is something I can’t shake |
But make no mistake I was born to do this |
Born to make music, boy I’m gon' prove it |
I can’t sleep on the flight |
Which isn’t helping out cause I can’t sleep at night |
And even with some Ambien a half of bar bites |
Consumes my damn stomach which continues to be tight |
Yeah, and my dreams will ignite |
On hooks while we fight |
Fan base broad, real click slight |
Focused on point I’m tryin to live right |
Right and I’m about to graduate |
And all these agencies know how to aggravate |
I wish they would just leave me alone |
I just wanna go home, I just wanna go home |
(but I also want the throne) |
And when I leave stage, and the limelight |
And the groupie girls, when the times right |
And I fly home back to my life |
With my fam around me yeah it sounds right |
When I leave LA with my mind right |
On a couch at home for the whole night |
No drugs here, just love here |
Just love here |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Rollin | 2014 |
Rain | 2012 |
San Francisco Street | 2012 |
Swang | 2010 |
Driving Me Crazy | 2010 |
Comin' Up | 2010 |
I'm So High | 2010 |
You Girl | 2010 |
Coast 2 Coast | 2010 |