Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song There's Alot Going On, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Album song There's Alot Going On, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
There's Alot Going On |
Yeah, this just my life |
Front to back, top to bottom |
Everything’s changing around me |
These days don’t feel the same |
We all lost faith and lost family |
Why must we play this game? |
Lord have mercy on me |
I’ve been a sinning man |
Pull out my wings, jump off the bridge |
And crash in a plane, if I never land |
Know I never die |
We live forever in my mind |
And I sanctify |
We live forever, still alive |
There’s a lot going on, but I stick to the ones I love |
I never claimed to be a perfect man, but name a great man who was |
Consequences of my actions in the past years had me stressing out |
It was like, May, I just moved to L.A., I was tryna figure it out |
Medication for depression that I cut cold turkey, had the kid manic |
In an episode out in Hollywood, wilding out like Nick Cannon |
Railing Adderall pills out a dollar bill, on the bathroom floor |
Clean the whole mess up with my nose |
What the fuck I need a vacuum for? |
New York City on my birthday, June 6th, 2014 |
I had that first meeting with Hov, plus, I brought out the whole team |
I drank that whole bottle of D’usse Ty Ty gave me that night |
When we left the club at the Rap Genius house |
Me and shawty got into a fight |
She came out the room swinging, hit me in the jaw |
I was really tryna fend her off |
But I ended up in the closet with my hands around her neck |
I was tripping, dawg |
Too proud to apologize or empathize, I blamed it all on her |
Saying that she hit me first, even though she was the one hurt |
I was really just reflecting all the hurt |
That I was feeling from the band’s rejection |
When Kids These Days split, that shit felt like a C-section |
And my infidelity and jealousy with Natalie |
On top of the amphetamines and the ecstasy |
Had me tryna drown face-down in the Chesapeake |
The next month I dropped «Down on My Luck» and had Europe going nuts |
But I couldn’t even appreciate it at the time |
I was going through too much |
Now I had to leverage million dollar label deals on the table for my records |
In Ibiza eating paella on the roof, tryna choose over breakfast |
Hov wasn’t with the bidding war, but I knew the Roc just felt right |
When I saw Kanye at Wireless, without T-Pain, still a good life |
Felt so close when Mr Hudson introduced me to him backstage |
He prolly don’t even remember that shit, like a bitch off Backpage |
But at that stage, I was ready to swing for the fence like a batting cage |
At the same time, I was winding down a low point in my addict phase |
The Adderall started wearing off |
And I went into a deep writer’s block |
All over a song that I couldn’t finish |
That I wrote about signin' to the Roc |
Isn’t that ironic? |
I was feeling so psychotic |
With the whole world excited for me and my idol saying I got it |
Shit got bad out in L.A., so I moved back home to my mom’s basement |
Linked up with Smoko and Papi Beatz and took it back to basics |
Then I wrote «Rage,» that was me screaming out through the pain |
And «U Mad,» addressing my relationship with Natalie, it was too bad |
The violence and the lies slipped suicide into my mental health |
I did acid in the studio one day and almost killed myself |
As I started to fall apart, certain stars started to align |
Om’Mas came to Chicago in January at the perfect time |
He said Kanye was working on an album |
And Uzi played him one of our songs |
He was tryna fly me out, nigga |
It was goin' down like the Dow Jones |
Pulled up to Westlake, first day I was there, I recorded «Wolves» |
I knew I was the one, like Neo meeting with the Oracle |
But I had to get a handle 'fore the door was pulled |
Crawled out on SNL |
All the niggas hating on me back home lookin' at me like, «FML» |
A lot of people coming out the wood like, «Let's work,» tryna network |
All the pressure making my head hurt |
The molly wouldn’t let the meds work |
At this time it’s like Feb. 1st to the 15th, and I’m still addicted |
Frustrated, writing shit for Ye, tryna visualize someone else’s vision |
Then he laid that verse on «U Mad» and we made the shit the single |
Ye and Hov getting into it over me, tryna do a joint venture |
And G.O.O.D. |
Music still fam |
But it’s that Roc Boy SAVEMONEY life |
Took the bus out on the road for the Traffic tour, did a hundred nights |
Cleaned out my closet, I got rid of all of my demons |
If you learn one thing from my journey, nigga, it’s don’t stop believing |
When this shit got so suffocating, I could barely even keep breathing |
Wrote my wrongs all in this song, now, I’d like to welcome y’all to my season |
Nigga, I’m gone |
Know I never die |
We live forever in my mind |
And I sanctify |
We live forever, still alive |