Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For What It's Worth, artist - Skyzoo. Album song The Salvation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down, Jamla
Song language: English
For What It's Worth |
It so, basic that we all want to be famous and noticed and watched |
And we all want money and riches and want |
We all want the finest out of life |
From a, from the most heartless gangbanger |
To the most ah, virtuous police officer |
AND we’re all um, human beings |
So we’re all susceptible to our own weaknesses |
Temptation is a very strong weakness |
There’s too much money in cocaine for me to be playin the broke game |
Or at the nine to five with the no names |
But here I be, nine to fifthin it with all of them no names |
Tryin to figure out who I’m gon' blame |
For where I be and where I be is nothin that I ever dreamed |
Everything I’m turnin into was never me |
None of this was scripted |
Or maybe it was and I was too blind to get this |
And maybe because I was too blind to get this |
I threw it to the street |
But look at me, I’m makin up excuses as we speak |
See the reality of it is, it’s easier to be cold out then bundled in |
And he who be on the slow route is runnin thin |
Or so it seems and now I’m treadmillin my life on a lower speed |
All that really matters is a profit |
Tomorrow I handle the aftermath of how I got it |
Fuck all of the worryin and all of the second guessin |
I don’t got time to deal with a second question |
Life is what you make it be and everything in life is shaped to be |
I vow to turn it 'round and then bow gracefully |
Not enough reasons to say no |
And too many reasons to say yes and I ain’t pressed to say so |
Been dealin with the same dollar and the same dream |
Lost between Plans A and B |
— w/ ad libs |
And this is for what it’s worth |
I’m just tryin to be what I can be |
I’m just tryin to be what I can be |
But it feels like time keeps walkin |
Time keeps walkin, walkin away from me |
Huh, so for what it’s worth |
I’m just tryin to make what I can make |
I’m just tryin to make what I can make |
But it feels like time keeps talkin |
Time keeps talkin and I don’t understand what it say |
There’s too much money in heroin for me to pretend to be negligent |
I’m ignorin it more than I ever did |
And I can’t lie, they say all it take is time to better it |
But my clock is lookin foreverish |
Like why can’t I, be blessed with a more blessed set of wings |
I see less as more or less everything |
More or less everything that I ever wanted is all gone |
And replaced with what I’ve been runnin from all along |
So why even entertain the chase? |
Why even pretend I was built to stay in this race? |
The truth is my sweetest dream |
Is so far from my hands that I don’t even reach |
I’m so far from a plan that right now, anything’ll do |
Cause if the lullabies that the corner sing is true |
Then hit the play button and I’ll be down until it’s gone |
All the hopes that use to be become the sounds within the songs |
And with that said, I say «Good Morning America» |
Say it once more just in case it wasn’t clear enough |
«Good Morning America», this is what your dreams are made from |
As well as what your dreams could break from |
Ignorin all the risks, all the cops, all the enemies |
All the nameless bullets that could be namelessly sent to me |
All the fame from pullin it and all of the fame |
From bein on the wrong side, which one do you claim? |
— w/ ad libs |
For what it’s worth |
I’m just tryin to be what I can be |
I’m just tryin to be what I can be |
But it feels like time keeps walkin |
Time keeps walkin, walkin away from me |
Huh, so for what it’s worth |
I’m just tryin to make what I can make |
I’m just tryin to make what I can make |
But it feels like time keeps talkin |
Time keeps talkin and I don’t understand what it say |
Turned down every offer I was given |
Regardless of the wrath or the temp, I’m pivot |
And I’m just tryin to keep it straight and narrow |
But I’m seein Satan’s arrow and it’s hard not to get hit with it |
I’m duckin low and prayin that it all pays at the finish line |
And that I don’t have to pay for it when it’s dinner time |
But bein honest, left never looked so right |
And that corner never looked so bright |
The outcome ain’t worth tryin not to be not outdone |
Outrun what you can but where you run out from’ll |
Always be your home base |
Until you lookin back home with a stone face |
All the shit that you fall for is twinge with your dreams, all gone |
You question if your questions were all wrong |
You seein how it changed, each side of the game |
Cause your pink slips is they bullets, neither got a name, damn |
For what it’s worth |
I’m just tryin to be what I can be |
I’m just tryin to be what I can be |
But it feels like time keeps walkin |
Time keeps walkin, walkin away from me |
For what it’s worth |
I’m just tryin to make what I can make |
I’m just tryin to make what I can make |
But it feels like time keeps talkin |
Time keeps talkin and I don’t understand what it say |