Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back In The Bag, artist - Spose. Date of issue: 19.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back In The Bag |
| The funny thing about me, is I don’t do that much |
| I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch |
| Y’all wanna see me flop, but I swear, it’s all love |
| I mean, I’ll protect mine, but I ain’t whilin' or nothin' |
| Ayy, I’m comin' for the whole loaf, I’m tired of the crumbs |
| But I know it starts as passion and slowly becomes funds |
| But you gotta have the skill, that’s why I’m on top of it, son |
| Ain’t no need for animosity, just fill up your lungs |
| And breathe deep, in and out, oxygen in my blood |
| I’m calculated in my movements like a TI-81 |
| A machine on the keys, workin' way after the sun |
| In that city by the sea, it’s always love |
| I spit it off the top like a suicide jump, I’m takin' flight |
| But in the studio, off two of these blunts, I’d rather write |
| If you jeopardize the food for my young, I’m known to bite down |
| Fight rounds, right now, might sound crazy but |
| My time is money, hit my PayPal |
| Came a long way from pretendin' I’m in 8 Mile |
| From Boston up to Portland on the Greyhound |
| I started 2000, look, I got a new album |
| Every day, game day thinkin' |
| I’m drinkin' D’usse because Ben bought some and Jay-Z drinks it |
| Got me feelin' like I’m sixteen at Foodstamp’s spot |
| Him playin' instrumentals while I’m spittin' upon |
| Besides four kids I own now, nothin' much changed |
| The pulp nonfiction, homestyle, no runnin' away |
| This tightrope, Simone Biles jugglin' plates |
| Rappin' dad in action, packin' wrapped in plastic |
| Back in black, Smashing Pumpkins shirt, I packed it |
| Plus the L.L. Bean hat, Celtics patched jacket |
| On stage they’re packed in from front to the back |
| My ash floats out the tray and goes back in the bag |