Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everywhere I Go, artist - Self ScientificDate of issue: 24.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Everywhere I Go |
| Now the question has been raised, what the fuck happened to you? |
| Well I can tell you what did not happen to you |
| You didn’t get your ass on this Cathedral mixtape |
| Sissyyyyyyyyy |
| For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA salary |
| Lives taken haphazardly, them sons of bitches is bastards, G |
| That’s why I be high B, so don’t ask me why I’m not speakin' nigga |
| Just ain’t countin' no money up wit' cha |
| The fuck we got to talk about? |
| Not seachin' for Bobby Fischer |
| But somethin' sticky and super official |
| To burn with my girls in the parkin' lot |
| Surrounded by 'em before I got out |
| Parched aren’t we? |
| Honestly shorty, let me check make sure I ain’t got no fleas up on me |
| From minglin' with them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches |
| Old veterans get bit by the youngins |
| I swear to God that them puppies 'll kill ya |
| Field of dreams, they come true if you build it |
| So I made myself if y’all can dig it |
| Everywhere I go we roll up |
| Everywhere I go we pour up |
| I know you think you shinin' nigga, so what? |
| It wasn’t going down til we showed up |
| You know it’s going down-n-n |
| You know it’s going down-n-n |
| Across the water or across the border |
| See my second line deep like I’m from New Orleans |
| You a snitch nigga type that’ll call the law |
| So before the slaughter I get my thoughts in order |
| Seen your rapper on stage you and your little crew |
| We so sick of these Thelonius dudes |
| Annoyance grew and the audience boo |
| We had enough of your corny excuse |
| Living in the world of my own adventure |
| Life a gunfight, a knife is your only weapon |
| You don’t really know what the fuck you stepped in |
| Better chill right now, life such a blessing |
| Save the feedback, where the weed at? |
| Imagine me at an intervention |
| You the one who need an intervention |
| To stop you from interruptin' sessions |
| Wow that’s such a nasty habit |
| Wow this marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous |
| I get selfish when I’m making fuckin' classics |
| Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or Colorado |
| When we blaze in the club the Jamaican bud |
| Got me feelin' so special, no bravado |
| Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get paid |
| Cup of some drank keep it stuck in my ways |
| Livin' life tryna catch me a wave |
| In the same state they used to wholesale slaves |
| Pimp tight nigga hold up |
| Presidential when I roll up, like a playa do |
| She in love put nothing above purest the drug in a day or two |
| That’s a playa move, in this game of life can’t cruisade or lose |
| You gotta be willin' to be the villain to give it gator shoes |
| I heard it from an old school kid, say I had an old school soul |
| Told me I was bound to be great, never fall for the fake |
| And never ever chase no ho, gotta make that dough |
| Crack my seal, pop my trunk and work my wheel |
| Cause every now and then, reflect on times |
| That I ain’t have dimes to fuck or dough to spend |
| So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the limelight |
| I don’t need no fame, my aura shine so bright |
| I’m a star in my own right, forever loyal to the game |
| I love this nostalgic shit |
| This whore right here |
| Is literally like the perfect blow job |