Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thought About You, artist - Vince Staples. Album song Stolen Youth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.12.2014
Record label: Flatland
Song language: English
Thought About You |
I just want to get my bread |
And talk my shit before I end up dead |
I got all this blood sitting on my hands |
I never gave no fucks so they understand why I feel this way |
Just found God and I still don’t pray |
Cause Satan preys on the weak swear I can do it myself |
Soul stuck in the beats it’s like I’m crying for help |
Still my expression is bleak because my momma ain’t raised no bitch |
Never take no shit from no nigga unless he want to see the black four fifth |
From the ghetto where the oceans is, but all hope is lost |
We know the laws and quick to break 'em once there’s dough involved |
Young age they wrote us off, guns blaze they go to court |
I got a lot of homies gone product of they’re broken home |
But who’s to say what’s right and wrong, they ain’t live it |
Looking straight into their eyes still and they ain’t get it |
But if I had a hundred dollars for every dream that I’ve ever had |
I’d barely have enough to right the wrongs I did in the past |
They say forgive and forget, look at it and laugh |
We gave all that we had and got nothing |
As far as music kid I’m innovative |
Niggas pretend to hate it, influence you niggas favourite |
You stupid believe in different, authentic you lack the stitching |
Sitting when it’s game time, snitching when you face time |
What’s wrong with you niggas? |
See I was brought up where that talking gets you shot up at apartments |
Where the bitch that set you up had told you meet her just that morning |
Just a warning, my performance astounding |
Everybody want something, get these niggas from 'round me |
Tryna climb skyscrapers |
Life is but a dream but is never what it seems |
So I never leave my weapon at the house |
Rather spend time sitting behind bars than in a grave |
I’m getting paid trying to change from my sinning ways |
Working on my thousandth time telling you sorry |
Walking around pretending it ain’t affect me |
But nothing was further from the truth |
Least I’m trying to re-coop |
Just blame it on the youth |
No matter what you feel or seen I was in it too |
Probably more than you would ever believe |
You gave me something I would never receive again |
We probably won’t be again |
But, would you expect it though? |
I’m just the nigga, that I promised you I was |
When you swore that I was better |
Was in it through the weather storm |
Just was better moving on |
There was a time I thought that I would never think about you again |
You was the best friend a nigga could have |
I used to call you when I thought that I would die that day |
And you would calm me down and I would make my way |
You probably should have stayed |
It just wasn’t your place |
I thought about you today |