Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Groundhog Day , by - Wale. Song from the album Summer on Sunset, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.08.2017
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Groundhog Day |
| I know since I got my deal and shit got real |
| I ain’t been the easiest nigga to deal with |
| I’m heavily flawed! |
| But far from a false prophet |
| I’m a mufucking honorable Folarin |
| Cassius, Muhammad, McGregor, Conor of these rap artists |
| Why you talking? |
| Mufucking Groundhog’s Day |
| The most highly underrated of my generation |
| Behind them crooked smiles niggas neglect to embrace me |
| Respect is in order now, my liquor is more to y’all |
| You throwing little shots, we catching some cases |
| Lot of niggas hate to love me or they love to hate me |
| Labeled as reckless and crazy by my record label |
| Doctors say it’s bipolar disorder, he diagnosing me wrong |
| It’s obviously depressing counting blue faces |
| Hey, here go that real shit |
| Battling anxiety and privately them percocets |
| Purchased like 30 of them, murdered them in like 30 hours |
| Weight of the world on my shoulders bet I military press |
| I remember me and Cole would open for Hov |
| Everyday a star is born, I guess I died in the womb |
| I ain’t make it on Blueprint, so made me a blueprint |
| You got you a nice watch, my minutes was finished |
| I was lost at Interscope |
| Contemplating on copping a block from Benning Road |
| Thoughts of suicide cause who gon' want you alive |
| When niggas you used to ride with cry with all that high shit |
| Talking down in they interviews, I ain’t forget that Scott |
| Only difference is I didn’t get no sympathy calls to get back up |
| I just heard a song about me on a hip-hop blog from a kid I know |
| Some niggas say a hip-hop God |
| It hit home cause there’s some truth, this I know |
| This a cycle, I get psycho when shit get dark |
| Boy when shit get dark |
| Like Laurene Powell I’ve gotten married to a job |
| I drop my jewels, spit my bars, I get mine off, I be pissed off |
| Should get more props but still I |
| Pimp hard, drink hard liquor to forget my thoughts |
| Push 3 buttons I make the joint spin, Balrog (hey) |
| Hoes say I’m the realest, most hated on Twitter |
| Not to cause a situation |
| But what side of my biracial friends call me they nigga? |
| Forget it, I’m jih tripping |
| But my skin is made of chocolate, a copper’s bullets is diabetic |
| My mind busy, I’m sad daily though I deal with it |
| My therapist terrible, I’m a terrapin, mellow trembling |
| Real subtle though |
| Tell them niggas SHINE coming, they in trouble though |
| I love my brother though, I love my brother though |
| That’s why it’s rest in peace to Tommy, we still bumping Cole |
| And they say |
| For as the sun shines on candle mass day |
| So far will the snow swirl until May |
| For as the snow blows on candle mass day |
| So far will the sun shine before May |
| Now in layman’s terms that means |
| All you naysaying, instigating, player hating |
| Niggas be safe though |
| I’m on my way to Raleigh so grateful for that inspiration |
| I’ll see you at the game bro |
| Ralph |