Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conversations, artist - Tsu Surf
Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Conversations |
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 |