Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Namesake , by - Tunde Olaniran. Song from the album Transgressor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.08.2015
Record label: Quite Scientific
Song language: English
Namesake |
| See him flossing in that metal |
| The game’s in a higher level |
| Dimensions; |
| we into several |
| You see we get them together |
| DIY fringe be swangin' |
| Bangers-bangers he slanging |
| Show on point, he slaying |
| He wasn’t always this way in fact |
| Brown boy slanted eyes |
| Bleach-stained sweat suit |
| Throwin' water on me |
| In the middle school restroom |
| Only brown head in my 9th grade play |
| 13 walking in the streets of UK |
| Now maybe there’s a lesson I’ve been given |
| Or some wisdom from the stories that I need to tell |
| And everybody’s hoping and scraping and wishing |
| They could be something outside themselves |
| If I can be me, then you can be yourself |
| Might not be easy, it’s like we’re never satisfied |
| Right? |
| It’s like we’re never satisfied |
| Right? |
| Got it locked |
| With that namesake |
| Won’t stay the same |
| Change like every day |
| Got it locked |
| With that namesake |
| Won’t stay the same |
| Change like every day |
| Smiling through the vicious |
| A puzzle piece never fittin' |
| A new thread that he was given |
| To weave a singular vision |
| Could never be avaricious |
| Instead a quiet ambitious |
| No reason left to resist it |
| A hater just sound fictitious |
| So I’m not, quittin, they stay, squintin' |
| Try to dictate a life they not, living |
| T.O. |
| been about that truth, spilling |
| Don’t buck like a deer when shots hit him |
| Don’t Formula One this path that you’re on |
| We all gotta make our own living |
| Cry out loud, don’t stay, hidden |
| Fear to fail, say good riddance |
| Nathaniel said: «you can’t see me» |
| In February, he freed me |
| Cleared my head of debris |
| We shattered my boundaries |
| And the lowered degree was healing |
| Winter was sorely needed |
| Like Pakistan, I seceded |
| My leaving won’t be repeated |
| Never read for them tight roles |
| My eyes looked where the sky goes |
| So rare like albinos |
| Poachers, we zoom right by those |
| Few in number like rhinos |
| Reaching up for them high notes |
| Study me like yo bibles |
| Cats fall in line like I’m Lion-o |
| Now maybe there’s a lesson I’ve been given |
| Or some wisdom from the stories that I need to tell |
| And everybody’s hoping and scraping and wishing |
| They could be something outside themselves |
| If I can be me, then you can be yourself |
| Might not be easy, it’s like we’re never satisfied |