Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thoughts, artist - slowthai. Date of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thoughts |
| Fine line between love and hate |
| Don’t know why we divide 'em |
| Truthfully they’re just one in the same |
| We all got feelings, but we try and hide 'em |
| Couple times I’ve contemplated killin' my folks |
| Still got no idol, every single one is a rival |
| Part the seas like my name is Poseidon |
| More like Moses, free my people 'cause they’ve been hopeless |
| Turn your back on me? |
| Tyron won’t notice, he’s too focused |
| Only bread where the loaf is, fear of loafin' |
| I’ve been ghostin', I been posted, clock with the postin' |
| Man, I’m sick of posin', see what the court did |
| I been to hell and back, came back on track |
| Couldn’t out my flame, I done told you that |
| Rub dirt on my name like I won’t come back |
| I got no one to blame, so I gotta come back |
| In my phone, I got big contacts |
| Not many I ring, save that for one fing |
| Not one at home 'cause I play my road, got a voice of a saint |
| If I went Pem', be the biggest damn thing, they would call me, «King» |
| Still roll with the same friends from the same mans |
| True, I got scars, but, hey man |
| Go around, waste man, blazin' acres |
| Chasin' status, fucked up shit in my cranium |
| Fears of failing, but I ain’t bailing |
| One prays for me, can’t even say, «Amen» |
| See me as a stat, I agree with that |
| Been a statistic, caught in a system, court said, «You wishin'» |
| No one will hold me back, that’s why I sold crack |
| Too black for the whites, too white for the blacks |
| Changin' my life, I’m tryna get plaques |
| Kind of a hump like a camel’s back |
| Roll through on the front with Lloyd on the back |
| Ends with the dump, find treasure in trash |
| Down in the dumps, I should play with a pump |
| When I’m stayin' at mum’s, them some conundrums |
| Somebody gets robbed, you want me? |
| When it gets on top |
| Not the dog in the fight, it’s the fight in the dog |
| Knock on wood that my family’s good |
| When I’m stayin' at cats slangin' this fudge |
| Sleepin' on a mattress, had a couple in |
| Store got busted once a cop, it’s a manage |
| All of 'em are dodged down the drain, that’s tragic |
| Can’t complain, I got at game, back in |
| One track to on a train, new passage |
| In my journal, man get carved up |
| One time I sold Johnny |
| Don’t come back 'cause they’re gonna get hurt, bro, huh? |
| Don’t put a rat in the corner |
| Been down, been out but I never been surer |
| Check my account, won’t believe I was poor once |
| But that’s not important |
| Drown in the deep end, bro won’t find a snorkel |
| Stuck in my head, I’m tryna find a portal |
| So why they dream for the mortal even though life’s been awful? |
| Could be better if it weren’t no courtrooms |
| Pent up aggression, have no one to talk to |
| See it when I walk through, slowthai been a |
| Can’t never get comfortable 'cause I always had nothin', bro |
| And I always be fuckin' slow so I won’t cuff a ho |
| This one’s for my brothers that ain’t comin' home |