Lyrics That Is Why - Specifics

That Is Why

Verse 1: Golden Boy
The pleasure’s all mine, get em all high
It’s been a rough ride couple days rawhide
Live the twenty somethin, son of a bitch has been
In a slump since day one of the month
And it’s been a pretty dizzy couple of days
But in the meantime we just suck bubbles from cups and blaze
Get busy let me break it down to basics with sixteen, The last fourty-eight so
far has been harsh week
Typically a sick of strippers and the bar scene
My clique’ll sit in cars pitchin on a half
Quarter greener grass
Portion with the star gleam crystal
Bit it up and spark, Team sprit at the crib stoned
Shit, I’m still trippin, have a drink on me
If you ain’t at where he’s livin
Listen, last midnight I had a track mad cliques with no rider so I woke up
twisted
And that’s why he play the bad guy
Layin with a purple half circle slash eye
So get the fuck up outcha seats son and propel ya feet
Playin like you suckas ain’t felt the beat
Hook: Golden Boy
THIS
This is why I rap flows this is why I sit at
Home Alone and it’s never like Christmas
THIS
At shows sippin on labatt’s no charge no
Tips for the bar staff chapped yo
THIS
Given pounds chillin in the lounge with the
Local underground clique soloist and socialites
THIS
Thousands waving hands and control the mic
Sound stage jam make em sweat in the coldest nights
Verse 1: Golden Boy
Rap’s a grind, rap’s a hustle, in fact
Rap’s a nine to five that takes practice
And that is why
Much of his raps in tantrums
Anthems struggle the great heights and chasms
A couple of days now I couldn’t erase how
The paper chase got me down lookin for ways out
And styles is all flake portrayals but make
Bank, it’s a lost art like the fake fade out
My brain blank, my ink stain page for deadlines
And earn the same wage as sweatshop slave
The stress got him burnin at bedtime
Best learn not to disturb him when he red eyed
And records is just a bunch of Geminis
Recognize relevant rhymes is not televised
But when I see ya noddin heads live, drama is forgotten
The reason to rock mics I remember why
And that’s why he play the bad guy
Layin with a purple half circle slash eye
So get the fuck up outcha seats son and propel ya feet
Playin like you suckas ain’t felt the beat
Hook: Golden Boy
THIS
This is why I rap flows this is why I sit at
Home Alone and it’s never like Christmas
THIS
At shows sippin on labatt’s no charge no
Tips for the bar staff chapped yo
THIS
Given pounds chillin in the lounge with the
Local underground clique soloist and socialites
THIS
Thousands waving hands and control the mic
Sound stage jam make em sweat in the coldest nights
Bridge: Golden Boy
When you rock with
A hip hop group grooving with the raw shit
Ya better off stickin finger in the socket
Kids electrify y’all like the Rock did
In late ninety nine since if I recall it
Hook: Golden Boy
THIS
This is why I rap flows this is why I sit at
Home Alone and it’s never like Christmas
THIS
At shows sippin on labatt’s no charge no
Tips for the bar staff chapped yo
THIS
Given pounds chillin in the lounge with the local underground clique soloist
and socialites
THIS
Thousands waving hands and control the mic
Sound stage jam make em sweat in the coldest nights