Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Find Me, artist - Theory Hazit. Album song Thr3e, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.09.2018
Record label: WetWork
Song language: English
Find Me |
| I’m just tryin' to find me, yeah |
| I’m just tryin' to find me (x3) |
| I’m just tryin' to find me, yeah |
| You lookin' just like yo |
| Daddy, that’s what my momma told me |
| Hated every last single one of my homies |
| Did the very best she could to try to control me |
| From sending me to Granny’s and threaten to call the police |
| Now what’s a mother to do |
| When she’s fed up |
| She used to trip when her son didn’t make his bed up |
| Daddy ain’t around and the pressure won’t let up |
| Same ghetto story |
| I’m numb to the head rush |
| At school I never said much |
| Too busy writing dope lines |
| They though I was gay |
| Cus I wouldn’t give them girls time |
| And dudes want to fight me over girls |
| I’m on they girls, mine |
| All this love that I’m gettin' all cus I wrote rhymes |
| If this is high school, |
| I know college sucks |
| I’d rather hang with thugs |
| And toss 40 bottles up |
| We moved out the hood |
| But the hood followed us |
| And me and baby bruh kept fallin' in and out of touch |
| At night momma cried |
| Put her feelings aside |
| Prayed for the safety of her son |
| Hoping there’s a safety on the gun |
| Cus her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums |
| Hoping that he find what he looking for |
| Find that reciprocal |
| Love that he lookin' fo' |
| And pray to God give him mo' |
| Yeah, and pray to god give him mo' |
| Cus right now, he just wanna be found |
| I’m just tryin' to find me |
| Run from my past |
| It keeps on chasing me down |
| But I leave it behind me |
| Come out of hiding |
| Put it all on the line |
| See, I’m just tryin' to be found |
| When I was young me and my momma had beef |
| Cus all I did was kick flows |
| And hang around young G’s |
| Listenin' to beats |
| Runnin' studio times sometimes |
| But not enough to keep a child from doin' crime |
| So my cousin Rashad gave me a little job |
| Sellin' crack to my neighbors, smokin' that good pine |
| But watch out for them haters |
| Cus when you on top |
| They wanna see you collapse |
| Just like a bad stock |
| Here come the cops |
| All I ever wanted in life was a deal |
| But with a hole in my heart |
| I’m constantly tryin' to feel |
| Resorted to packin' steel |
| Cus the homie got low, got smoke |
| Right before the economy got low |
| Got home, mom’s trippin' |
| Mom, what you yellin' fo'? |
| Mom’s found out, kicked me out |
| No more sellin' dope |
| Called me out my name |
| Doggone shame |
| How I mistreated momma |
| Plus the drama remains |
| But at night momma cried |
| Put her feelings aside |
| Prayed for the safety of her son |
| Hoping there’s a safety on the gun |
| Cus her son is attracted to the wrong ones in the slums |
| Hoping that he find what he looking for |
| Find that reciprocal |
| Love that he lookin' fo' |
| And pray to God give him mo' |
| Yeah, and pray to god give him mo' |
| Cus right now, he just wanna be found |
| I’m just tryin' to find me |
| Run from my past |
| It keeps on chasing me down |
| But I leave it behind me |
| come out of hiding |
| Put it all on the line |
| See, I’m just trying to be found |
| I’m just tryin' to find me |
| Run from my past |
| It keeps on chasing me down |
| But I leave it behind me |
| Come out of hiding |
| Put it all on the line |
| see, I’m just tryin' to be found |
| I’m just tryin' to find me |
| Run from my past |
| It keeps on chasing me down |
| But I leave it behind me |
| Come out of hiding |
| Put it all on the line |
| See, I’m just tryin' to be found |