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Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Song language: English
Bring Out the Sun |
This is it, I admit, for so long, I’ve resisted |
To think that I’ve gotten this vicious with songs that’s I’ve written |
Laughing at scars as I count the amount that there are |
Like it’s none of your business |
All that you have isn’t bad when it’s pushed to max |
And I’m asking for more when you’re spent and collapse |
It’s Frame, switching lanes like I’m ditching my car |
Throwing you out of your own set of doors |
I’ve made it, longer than favorites of yours |
I don’t run the museum, but I’ve taken the tour |
Deal with for real, you are wasting your skills |
As a person for cursing my name on a hill |
‘Till your back is broken in pieces |
Someone will fill the position your reaching |
Fight to the end, you’ll be praising the sun |
Like the people who know where we sampled this from |
Grabbing my nuts isn’t easy with both hands |
I’m holding two boulders as close as a slow jam |
Might get a kick out of hearing that line |
So do I, but I laugh, cause it hurts all the time |
Going forward, the awkward moment is over |
If nobody told you we got more exposure |
Words that I’ve wrote spilling out like they’ve had it |
I’m at it beyond that I think that I’m rapping |
I’m for the chosen few who know the rules of show and prove |
Who care to hold the truth, anywhere the flow is used |
You’re my neighbor, it’s nothing but, flavor |
The drum’s, they can change my behavior, it’s major! |
I’d carry a friend like a soldier to safety |
In through the storm like the one that we’re making |
Check where I’m from, what I’ve did, and I’m doing |
Of how many years that I’ve spent writing music |
Over-prepared for the chair and the volts that it shares |
‘Till I stare into space everywhere |
I’ll force you to upgrade, words on the pavement |
To say something more then you’re not entertaining |
This all remains, what I’ve wanted long since |
I heard emcees before me utilizing content |
You hear me knocking as if heaven’s door is closed |
And I didn’t plant the right seeds for necessary growth |
I’m aggressive with the flow so you can find the event |
Bring little jokes, I consider that a minor offense |
Eye’s closed with your head down, rock to the beat |
While you’re looking both ways, as if crossing the street |
There’s no need to ask of how fat this track is |
You’re full of only time that can’t go backwards |
I’m living my life like I know what it’s meant for! |
Everything else is teaching me like a mentor |
And being honest doesn’t keep you from the slaughter |
It’s time you burn while I drink a glass a water |
Instead buying more things that you can’t afford |
You need to dust off that cardboard mat of yours |
I break them off with the microphone my hand is on |
As if I’m swinging from the chandeliers like they’re handle bars |
I’m from another avenue, it’s only natural that my mentality |
Is shatterproof with the right attitude! |
Framework, I’m who they try to forget |
Going overboard like your feet were dry in cement |
And I’m probably on the shallow end for calling this deep thought |
But things have chewed me up inside. |
I’ve needed to eat smart |
You’re camouflaged, blending in with the Amazon |
While I’m jumping in a pool of sharks yelling cannonball! |
Don’t be surprised, if I’m not as upset |
Watching grown men crying over piles of debt |
No longer waiting, for your chaos behavior |
To out weigh my own thoughts of communication, cause… |
Isn’t it all quite a spectacle, to make the impossible, possible? |
I’m after your jaws on the floor, when it happens |
Shrugging it off like I heard people clapping |
This is as happy I get when I’m asking |
If you can turn words, into strength, into passion |
What more could you want from a day out of breath? |
Recording a song till your dripping with sweat |
I’m absurd every word in a verse is determined |
To learn how you work like you’re closing my curtain |
Whether you dance or you stand and watch |
Even though I never ran the block I damage spots |
I’m way past creating to feel like I’m naked; |
Exposing myself and not sure what I’m thinking |
Made the wrong choices, so many of times |
Yet don’t think that I’m bad boy, ready to die |
And I’ve made up my mind if I’m taking a fall |
Growth is what comes from the pain of it all |
Enough of the wasted doubting; |
If you suffer, then suffer proudly! |
Enough of the wasted doubting; |
If you suffer, then suffer proudly! |