Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Marina, artist - Jon Connor. Album song Aquamarine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Fly
Song language: English
Marina |
Stay afloat, new boats, Hublots |
Blue flame, butane, a few hues |
The view beautiful, new hoes, infuse bourbon |
Cigar burnin', Hermes, my newest burden |
Yellow Nuvo, David Yurman shower curtains, conversin' |
Bitches nestle, steer the vessel |
Yellow diamonds shimmer like the ocean surface |
Enjoy dinner by the pier, cuisine Turkish |
Marina, this white sand what a souvenir |
Lakefronts, niggas fake as Lumineer veneers |
A luminary, a visionary, narrow-minded niggas need to not… |
Nevermind, I’m a navigator, follow quadrants, I never squander |
Or wander about aimless, you niggas proud to be shameless |
And that’s the problem, my squadron, Lake Michigan, sport fishin' |
Or Reeds Lake Lacoste down, coffee brown-black shades |
Waves crash, save cash |
Matured money, age fast, fast money but the yacht slow |
Yacht masters, braised bass |
Not a state, a peninsula, it’s Michigan |
Nothin' sweet, no insulin |
Intimate nights, take the boat to the flight |
The Fly 3 comin' |
Intimidated? |
You should be, behold the horror |
My flow water, rap wise, I’m like, penny wise, copper foamposites |
Penny, Penny’s |
Never penny pinch, paid a pretty penny for the image |
Not a blemish, epitome, my kindred spirit |
Drinkin' spirits, drive German cars, I’m driven |
Pick 'em like geraniums, germane to every issue that I’ve been in |
So here’s another miracle as I live out Jesus’s parables |
Life is funny, hysterical |
They say it’s lonely at the top |
Compared the air up here is unbearable, make it hard to breathe |
Trapped in our dreams, so it seems, it make it hard to leave |
Shackled to my own thoughts so every track’s an onslaught |
That’ll one day set me free and leave me where I need to be |
That be that optimistic airy shit, scary shit |
The same hard-headed way a thinkin' that’d be the one that I get buried with |
City on my back, the only one strong enough to carry it |
City where death is comin', now look how close the cemetery is |
We don’t wanna make waves or end up where they make graves |
A mentality we can’t change so we just try to maintain |
By maintain, that just means we all remain tame |
The world is crazy and the goal is to remain sane |
Don’t think outside the box, they want us to remain plain |
They ain’t gon' be happy til we all sharin' the same brain |
College is artificial, knowledge used for profit |
To fatten the institutions while all we still end up jobless |
That’s how they got us, like milk and honey was promised |
With a degree you ain’t shit, and you really ain’t shit without it |
Look, not to offend anyone who didn’t turn the tassel |
But I grew up in a home where them loans turned to a hassle |
Before the debt is gone they want to go on and get their Master’s |
It’s a distraction |
Cause life’s not a job, it’s what you should master |
Who do we follow if not ourselves? |
Do we not ourself? |
At a nine-to-five workin' to make wealth for somebody else |
No matter what I been through, I’m a continue |
Cause when shit gets deep I gotta swim too |