Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fool On The Hill, artist - Trackademicks
Date of issue: 14.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fool On The Hill |
Yeah, people always seem to question me, asking me irrationally |
Did I chose my destiny? |
Will money be my apogee? |
End all, be all, nah that’s a seesaw |
Even when you balling, you can always hit the bottom |
Every single morning’s like a practice on how to get up |
So I don’t get my ass kicked, I’m doing mostly sit-ups |
Supporters bout to tag this like writers doing hit-ups |
With that «it» factor, now they all tryna get us |
Or get with us like a bad chick with a body |
Always acting kinda naughty like she handing out punani |
And she ain’t gagging like a lolly? |
I must be popping if that’s how bad you want me |
Cause just a minute ago I had original flows |
And exceptionally slap with professional tact |
To keep the fresh on the map, but they weren’t messing with that |
But now they are, cause this emcee’s a lesson in that |
They always ask you, dude how you feel? |
You look like you just found a two dollar bill |
Is that right? |
Well who got the skrill'? |
It couldn’t be me, I’m just a fool on the hill |
And the world keeps spinning round |
Nothing y’all say could ever get me down |
And the world keeps spinning round |
For those who didn’t feel me, bet you feel me now |
Yeah, uh, yellow like caution, pause as your boy paint a portrait |
Of the artist as a young man starving |
Young man learning with so many turns and twists |
In his flow that you might get carsick |
Might be awarded for beefing |
But you don’t wanna beef ho nigga, eat a parsnip |
Might see niggas act bitch but then they wanna switch |
And hitch they little red wagon to your starship |
Please Mister Coleman, Phontigga beg your pardon |
Don’t mean to gloat, but I would love to float |
Up on your love boat to get away from my hardship |
Now I see why niggas be on that rockstar shit |
Because the game will make you paranoid |
And all your friends and your foes say it come with the territory |
They wanna watch you die slow like Miss Evans voice |
So when I do my own thing, I know I’m better for it, uh |
I told her I’mma need some space now |
She told me look up at the night sky, you won’t find it face down |
I can see she on the chase now |
Don’t she know no one’s gonna take her place now? |
She told me don’t forget the little people grinding |
Open your eyelids, where I live my time spent with giants |
Mind states supersized, mine is the small fry’s |
Why underestimate the impact you had on mine? |
I’m rolling with bosses who know what the cost is |
Know what the work is, know how to bargain |
Know how to work this |
Know when to pause at the politics and nonsense that curse this |
So when you catch me in traffic I’m passing |
The gridlocking, shit-talking road rage for open lanes |
And don’t try to slow me down |
Cause when they hold me down, that’s when I float away |