[Verse 1] Yeah I'm 23, but I still bring 'em to you I flipped the sample out the drums then I give 'em the truth The same me, motherfucker -- don't you get it confused The last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roof Read all about it, get your fix in, I'm independent Ain't got a deal, but I can tell you what the deal is These labels try to make us millionaires But they ain't feel us if the glass is half empty I'm coming back to fill it, yeah You got me in my feelings and I'm putting in time And I been a bunch of places and I'm still 'bout mine I could go and write an album 'bout a topic Go and drop it And I guarantee that half of these people still have a one track mind Don't waste my time You know I just adjust like that Don't know why they so impressed with all that fuck-boy rap Don't know why they so impressed with all that frat-boy rap No pun intended, but your album sounds rushed like that Man, we're just ordinary people, yeah The last album was a story -- this the sequel I'm in a room full of people that I love And I ain't fucking stopping 'til all of us are equal [Chorus] Everybody on the right side hit that sway Everybody on the left do the same old thing Talk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain't I hope the blind man dance and the deaf one sing I hope the world keeps spinning And my friends keep winning And my parents keep living And the bad stop sinning Lil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove: Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?
[Verse 2] And, if I only had sixteen bars: Number one is for my family Second for my sister And the third for my granny Four for my cousins, went Five for my brothers, and Six, seven, eight is dedicated to my mother, yeah Nine's for my Dad -- he's always got my back I mean, every single show and tour -- he booked all that Number ten's for the labels that skipped it until they heard this We ain't forget you meeting, we skipped it on fucking purpose, dog (ooo) The next one's for my girl tho That's why I changed up my tempo And number twelve would be a laugh and I'd just end it at that Load the drums in, and bring it right back, yeah The last four are for the truth, but it don't sell enough records So I would try to keep it catchy and disguise that I'm clever But you won't hear it at a party or the radio ever They wanna listen to something that don't require no effort And I done ran outta room, so I talk on the end But all they want's the hook, so I make it real quick If the world started burning, would we put it out together? Or would we still fight with one another? [Chorus] Everybody on the right side hit that sway Everybody on the left do the same old thing Talk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain't I hope the blind man dance and the deaf one sing I hope the world keeps spinning And my friends keep winning And my parents keep living And the bad stop sinning Lil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove: Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?
[Bridge: Choir] Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier Ooo, child, things'll get brighter Someday, we'll put it together and get it all done Someday, when your head is much lighter (Ooo) Someday, we'll walk in the rays of the beautiful sun Someday, when the world is much brighter Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier Ooo, child, things'll get brighter Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier Ooo, child, things'll get brighter
[Verse 3] Yeah, this ain't a rant -- I'm just passionate The God that I believe in don't make accidents So God, while you watch my latest verse I know I never go to church But I just pray this ain't the year I have to lay in a hearse It's July thirty-first of two-thousand-seventeen I'm in a studio in Indi wearing Nike's and some jeans And I'm broke than a bitch, drive a old Mazda 6 But it's better than a coupe 'cause I can fit all my friends Joey made it out the pen, but I was working on this By the time I got it finished, he went right back in Let him down as a friend, didn't get the help that he needs And the system failed him when they sent him back for some weed Man, it's July thirty-first and Donald Trump is on the news He fired his Chief of Staff and we're all hella confused And look, I ain't the type to really rap about no politics, but how the fuck is Donald Trump our president? I digress Yeah, and there's a lot of social unrest Remember that a conversation's progress So talk to your neighbor, talk to a stranger Love a little harder, do someone a favor I know that I ain't perfect I know I make mistakes I know that you ain't perfect 'Cause we one in the same I know you feel sad And I know you feel alone Because everybody does Don't be scared to use the phone, yeah Man, it's July thirty-first and I'm sweating in the booth And there's people in the industry that want me to lose But they a little too late, only love me to hate I done found my way, so can't nobody get in my way Yes, it's July thirty-first and I'm 'bout to wrap this song up -- it's a pretty long one, yeah Heh, I'm sorry I had to detox So, pardon me while I step off of my soapbox But, to the listener, this one's for you If we ain't never met: nice to meet you, I'm Q All my friends call me "Mitch", and you should, too I make music for a living I'm no different than you But what I really wanna say No matter where you stay No matter what you do or no matter what you're paid No matter who you love and no matter who you hate, yeah I just hope you live your best life Yeah I hope you live your best life If the world started burning, would we put it out together? Or will we still fight with one another?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
