Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reborn, artist - Wax. Album song The Cookout Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: sCRUBLife
Song language: English
Reborn |
Voted as the best in the asylum |
My words can cause damage like I’m texting while I’m driving |
Not the type when I get festive to get violent |
But I’ll beat you puppets down like my Mexican compadres do |
Ahead of ya like hal-le-lu |
My crew put in work and we rendezvous |
At a bar on Lankershim sippin' Anchor Steam |
I used to wanna takeover I had that banker’s dream |
You know that speech where you thank God then thank your team? |
At a major league-themed award show they say is esteemed |
I know now it ain’t as great as it seems |
I’m singing la la la la la |
I can’t sing but I’ll still try |
'Cause one day I will die |
And according to skilled scientists like Bill Nye |
It’s not true that I will fly onto a hill high |
In a angel-filled sky where everything is amazing |
So while I’m still here I add melody when I say things |
I tap into that heaven that is part of us |
If you ain’t found it yet then you must not be looking hard enough |
I get it started up and I do not think it’s a head trip |
I heard a voice and I listened when it said shit |
That’s why I’m based in Hollywood like I’m Frederick’s |
To entertain should be in my name like it is in Cedric’s |
My brain is such a powerful thing |
It’s connected to the gods by a powerful string |
There’s a phone on either side it’s really loud when it rings |
And the message of a melody it bountifully brings |
Then I sing it to a crowd and it sings it back to me |
Except for the rappers in the back who just act snooty |
The few who adore it consider it euphoric |
Whether deep or sophomoric, my people are all for it |
So the verdicts either still out or it’s a hung jury |
Whether I will kill the game like Dude from Kung Fury |
When I sing my shit I make sure it’s sung surely like la la la la la |
I feel like I’m being reborn |
My brain was the consistency of cream corn |
Cold soul drinking whiskey just to keep warm |
Without power like how Jesus had his sheep shorn |
They sleep on me they can keep snoring |
The internet brought me to the world like I’m free porn |
Rappers keep boring me |
Your girl must be 4 out of 5 dentists, she always recommends oral B |
Sometimes I rap morbidly like a 450 pound dude storming the beaches at Normandy |
at war then he drowns |
But right now I’m just adoring the sound of my own voice |
Speaking of which |
My voice is a penis and the beat is a vagina |
The love that we make is the sweetest of its kind, uh |
You can’t bring me down I’m too high bruh |
You can’t alter my course, I’ve made my mind up |
My inner light is like them psychedelic northern ones |
My inner child is like them stage mom performer ones |
My deepest thoughts are some widely assorted ones |
Future generations will be thankful I recorded them |
I write under the California sun like Jim Morrison |
A normal summer day I meditate until the chorus come |
The universe is enormous and forces one to feel it |
A break from the real shit we deal with |
If you a lyric fan I’m your spirit animal |
My next mixtape will be accompanied by a hymnal |
Used to wait for the machine like the gym full |
Now I keep it simple |
No need to infil-trate |
That side of depression with your dinner plate was not what you expected like |
when you meet your Tinder date |
Yeah the picture’s great |
But something isn’t right |
Life’s unfiltered Lucky Strikes not a Winston Light |
One who went to Princeton might see a different sight when they viewing me |
They may be new to tomfoolery |
Allow me to say one more verse real stupidly |
A common question I’m asked is when and where I’m at |
Real soon I’ll be back to take care of that |
More tales from the road like I’m Kerouac |
Pussy on the road like a feral cat |
Dispersed through the Earth is where my harem’s at |
Around my house is where your bitch is running errands at |
I’m too dumb for you to bother me |
But still the most scholarly shopper on a shopping spree at the Dollar Tree |
I’d hate to have to follow me because the greats fathered me |
I’m on my own island and I run this shit with sovereignty |
How could you not see the god in me? |