Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twisted, artist - Trip Lee. Album song Between Two Worlds, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.06.2010
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Twisted |
| Do not be deceived my beloved brothers |
| Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above |
| Coming down from the Father of Lights |
| Don’t get it twisted man |
| It’s Wayne Gretzky on his neck piece |
| Got 'em feeling real hefty on his best week |
| But let’s see, he say he make it rain |
| But yet the sky’s still bluer than a gas flame |
| I mean let’s make it plain, somebody keep 'em breathin' |
| Keep his blood flowin', and keep his heart beatin' |
| God keep em eatin', and it ain’t no secret |
| Don’t get it twisted God gave him what he needed |
| My life ain’t never been mine |
| Yeah I work hard and yeah I grind |
| But not to get rich man, not to shine (What) |
| Not to get rich man, not to shine (OK) |
| And I don’t boast much I don’t brag |
| Cause everything I got man, I got it from dad |
| And matter fact ain’t one thing I have |
| That God ain’t put here in my hand |
| So I say remember that your legs work cause of Him |
| Next time you running for your goals |
| Think who’s really running it |
| Everything is under Him: planets, countries, cities, hoods |
| Don’t get it twisted God did it, done it, got it? |
| Good |
| Say they fly, but that’s a lie |
| Man they got it twisted |
| Rings are gold, crispy clothes |
| Man they got it twisted |
| I bet you think you a god but boy you got it twisted, tw-tw-twisted, |
| tw-tw-twisted |
| Get a little bit a money stack a little bit a chedda then we get the game so |
| twisted |
| 20-sum inches on a little bit a leather then we get get things so twisted |
| I bet you think you so hard but boy you got it twisted, tw-tw-twisted, |
| tw-tw-twisted |
| Yes sir, back on that thang |
| Reflectin on life an it’s happiness mayne |
| Since I was born I had what I needed |
| When I think back ain’t been lackin a thang |
| Clothes I got, soda pop |
| The home I got, the cash in the bank |
| The bros I got, the shows I rock |
| None of us lacked it was passed from the King |
| So many things was on to us |
| We holdin up on some dough for lunch |
| And I’d say my grace and then get with the game |
| Never really thought of his mercy flows |
| Never really heard the words before |
| Every good thing is comin' down |
| From the Father of Lights like a passionate rain |
| Yeah tell them to get back |
| Yeah how they think they get that |
| My Father gave me gift wrap |
| Though He don’t have to give jack |
| We ain’t earned a single thing |
| Oh homie, don’t miss that |
| He gives because he’s merciful now spit that |
| Don’t get it twisted |
| Hey yeah some of us are strugglin' |
| They off in hoods |
| But still get mo' than they deserve |
| Look all he He does is good |
| He gives freely and He’s perfect in His distribution |
| Look, don’t get it screwed up like you live in (Houston) |
| Some things that I think are good in life, they make me nervous |
| Anything my Father give me though, I know it’s perfect |
| Anything I get besides my death I don’t deserve it |
| Used to think that I was good to have cash splurging |
| I was a trap star, sixteen, phat car |
| Anything that made me feel good was good, that far |
| Kept them bangers with me like I’m good, gon' act hard |
| Even kept that Green Bay too, yeah Brett Favre |
| See my whole thought of good was out of context |
| Didn’t know what good was cause I hadn’t seen the Son yet |
| Ran around with different girls like it was a contest |
| Young and dumb, foolish too, I was on some nonsense |
| Thought I was good, that the whole hood heard of me |
| They thought it was good that other hoods want to murder me |
| Somebody call the cops cause it’s an emergency |
| Now I know what good is — it’s God’s love and mercy |