Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conversations , by - Tsu SurfRelease date: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Conversations , by - Tsu SurfConversations |
| Constantly accomplishin' all of these new accomplishments |
| Sometimes I wake up |
| And feel like I ain’t really accomplished shit |
| Honestly it’s stressful |
| Thoughts as random as this bitch that I’m next to |
| I know this conversation probably like pot to kettle |
| I need your opinion, I could possibly be trippin' |
| My conclusions all the same, it be like, «Fuck it or Smith’n» |
| I need logic, I got skeletons in my closet |
| Won’t say I’m tryin' to clean it up, just sort it out |
| Sharin' with you shit that I thought about |
| Can’t stop dreamin' 'bout |
| Joe, how I get these demons out? |
| Voices in my head, I need to scream it out |
| Man, I did bad things, I ain’t proud and I ain’t glad things |
| They was tryna press me, I gave 'em Jordan; |
| that’s mad rings |
| Buncha shit, tell me how you think I should handle it |
| Or manage it, fuck, I wasn’t ready for this camera shit |
| And grandma’s sick, goddamn, man, grandma’s sick |
| Fuck, I’m probably ramblin', shit, here I go ramblin' |
| Somethin' gotta give with it |
| You don’t get rid of your demons, you learn to live with it |
| 4/5th in the capsule |
| Painkillers for the nights you get sick with it |
| Blinders over your eyes, my nigga, shit’s vivid |
| Get livid, shit twisted, it’ll happen like a bad disaster |
| And niggas see you like a battle rapper |
| But you your own worst enemy, so when you leave Smack you have to have a real |
| battle after |
| You right, but I lost three homies in like four weeks |
| Same place I call home, nothin' about Newark sweet |
| And I don’t keep it on me just so I could hold heat |
| I keep it ‘cause the reaper layin' niggas in these cold streets |
| If I go, how my daughter gon' eat? |
| Who gon' tell her right from wrong? |
| How my mama gon' sleep? |
| Sheesh! |
| They say when you speak it, you bring it in the flesh |
| Few of my niggas left, and I’m feelin' like a nigga next |
| My nigga, stop it, you got time on your side like that Glock is |
| That paranoia got you obnoxious |
| Let me paint an angle: |
| You ain’t lose friends, you gained angels |
| So before bed you should be sayin' thank you |
| And oh, far as your seed, just be there and stay put |
| I only see mine on my baby mother’s Facebook |
| You got a hand in rap and one in the streets |
| Gotta be faithful to one when them two sides meet |
| Me and my baby mama tried to work it out again |
| Same results, was just runnin' her mouth again |
| Pushed me away, I won’t lie, I dipped out again |
| Here I go tryin' to freshly paint an old house again |
| Do they always leave with more than they came with? |
| Text you like they changed |
| Turn around and be the same bitch |
| Man, I need answers, Joe, I need answers |
| Look, get you some shit to roll, a little cancer |
| Get you a stack of ones, a couple dancers |
| They’ll make you king for the night, or maybe chancellor |
| She’ll think you still in the hood, standin' on Chancellor |
| Baby mom’s wild whenever they get to chance to |
| Useless arguments I never been a fan of |
| That’s 18 years of dealin' with the banter |
| Restraining order, she’ll violate if you don’t ban her |
| That’s payback for all the bullshit she think you hand her |
| Okay, well, Tylenol bottles full of Xans |
| Couple 100's, couple bitches now, I guess I got plans |
| Can’t let her get the best of me |
| First she say «fuck it,» now she paragraph textin' me |
| I’m the reason we like this, well, allegedly |
| Thoughts all scrambled, other bitches keep eggin' me |
| Buggin' out, fall asleep |
| Creepin' turn to breakfast at another house |
| Wild sex with bitches that barely give they number out |
| Always start with a chill |
| Before the sex, before the feelings, before shit get real |
| For real, I felt like I ain’t need her |
| Felt shit change and started confidin' in Karisha |
| Swear it was somethin' I ain’t mean to do |
| Then stopped givin' a fuck |
| When I found out she cheated too—unbelievable! |
| Who coulda guessed a nigga stressin' said F it? |
| Rebounds turned into a new possession, shit’s gettin' hectic |
| New possession, same shot clock |
| Funny wherever I go, them same thots watch |
| When in VIP unscrewin', playin' Cîroc top |
| So she think I’ll jump for the box; |
| playin' hopscotch |
| But I can’t give you girl advice |
| Not when I used to use girls as a vice |
| Shit, sex was a drug, the orgasm was a high on it’s own, man |
| Knew they was addicted, they never got with the program |
| Or was it codependency? |
| In reverse, did I need them to depend on me? |
| Showin' unconditional love, no contingency |
| Though I knew it wouldn’t last, I pretended to be |
| My aura never came off as apprehensive at least |
| So if you listenin', please don’t take this offensively |
| It wasn’t meant to be, you took a ride with the devil |
| Jekyll and Hyde, makes sense that I was hidin' Jekyll |
| They couldn’t take it any longer from me |
| So it’s odd they all moved around the corner from me |
| Maybe they hopin' we’ll run into each other |
| That’ll ruin you, sorta like a car to a deer |
| That’s what y’all are to me, my dear |
| Do you sleep better knowin' that a part of me is near? |
| But I’m so outta love you gotta pardon if I care |
| I swear, the distaste stems from this space |
| I think the love is lost, they think it’s misplaced |
| I think it’s like, suddenly every bitch got time |
| When I’m back home, I be feelin' like LeBron |
| They say, «You made it!» |
| I’m just thinkin' in my mind |
| Like I ain’t made it 'til I made a safe haven for my mom |
| I think I fucked up too many times |
| Don’t think she fully understand the whole grind |
| Wonder if Alana know why daddy go |
| She can’t get Doc mixed up as her daddy, bro |
| I been there, playin' a role, couldn’t take it |
| They told me you gotta fake it 'til you make it |
| Against my will I tried everything to embrace it |
| And then I transformed into everything that I hated |
| I always picture me spendin' bank in the district |
| Then I learned you get famous before you get rich |
| They’ll think you ballin', you might have to bounce on |
| Dudes countin' your money |
| You thought that you could count on |
| Called my phone, tryin' to book me for a fuckin' battle |
| I’m still havin' battles of my own |
| Some battles I don’t feel strong enough to win |
| Even if I did, I rarely win them battles with Patron |
| So pessimistic, I need to stop it, this shit ain’t easy |
| Alana called me, yellin': «Daddy! |
| I see you on TV!» |
| Why I be feelin' stuck and shit |
| Like this money ain’t cuttin' it? |
| Different stages, different phases |
| Different animals, different cages |
| Different charges, that’s different cases |
| Been the same me all along with different aces |
| Every month, different cops kill different faces |
| They indifferent, wish it was happenin' to different races |
| Different decade, can’t tell we in different ages |
| Same gang, same result, just different places |
| I been tryin' to separate my wants from my needs |
| Mom said I’m like my pops |
| «That apple don’t fall far from that tree.» |
| I couldn’t quote her |
| If he was anything like me we would definitely be closer |
| But she kinda got a point |
| Man, I need to roll another joint |
| So much come with that pop shit |
| Whoever confronted that pop shit |
| Deffo wish we was closer, I hate it, but I chuck it up |
| I was in the streets, a lost cause, I probably fucked it up |
| I was younger though, that was just a lesson |
| He left him when he really needed protection |
| Say he and him, I hate sayin' us |
| Late nights I was stayin' up |
| Waitin', fell asleep, thinkin' I hate him |
| Cold hearted ‘cause I gotta be, he ain’t have to lie to me |
| Man, why this shit even still bother me? |
| Hold up, we all been fatherless |
| At thirteen I thought mine ain’t wanna be bothered with |
| But life come at you fast |
| Buckle up or get buckled, there’ll be harder hits |
| Learn to guard your shit, regardless of what is |
| Far as demons, gotta live with monsters at the crib |
| I got experience—you need a nigga, holla at the kid |
| And I’ll tell you how to grow up better than myself |
| Just some lessons that nobody knows better than myself |
| It’s Joe |
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