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Lil Darkie
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If you are not already, please get drunk before listening to this song Part 1 Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Need something to draw Need something to write on I see electricity in the pylons Look at it running the race Everything you doing erased What it feel like? Hit with the mace Tight pace what I'm keeping Got the reaper on me Like you What the hell would I be? Without it If you think it Shout it Lost my mind I think I found it Away Live to fight Another bright day I am God So why would I pray? You are God Above a white page The creator Maker of rage Painter Paint the canvas I ate a mantis I saved the pandas I hate they brand us Can us like some Campbells Jesus had no socks under his sandals I can't ride a bike without the handles I can't ride a scooter have a tutor Shoot the Buddha eat some gouda Say it ruder, tell who did I trample Ramble On about some nonsense I'm unconscious I don't have cricket for a conscience Kelp forest where the magic conch is Violent crucifying like i'm Pontius Pilot flying high above Olympus She's an angel, give that b*t*h a nimbus Bengal tiger biting off ya fingers How am I supposed to eat these Pringles? Image in yo head is how I want it Finish on the bed and lie upon it Right on Right on Right on Right on Right on Right on On Part 2 Lil Darkie Just might give a f**k Lil Darkie! Just might give a f**k Spider Gang! In the car, I'm moving fast Foot up on the gas Everything we tend to pass Leave it in the past I know what my momma asked I just didn't answer Got her foot up on the dash She my tiny dancer She my tiny dancer Move it hula girl Not a girl with cuter curls I'ma stack these commas We could be like the Obamas We could rule the world Baby girl, just pick a country Ain't worried bout no money Ain't worried bout no- -fast Foot on the gas Everything we tend to pass Leave it in the past I know what my momma asked I just didn't answer Got her foot up on the dash She my tiny dancer Breakin- breaking down the gas Don't want smoke want cancer You could you could you could Ask You can't get me canceled Shake it, shake it, shake ya ass How it in your pants too? How he do it? You could ask Grip this pen no pencil Baby-baby-baby Girl Shake that ass for a n***a I'll give you the world Man, I love it how you bend yo back and make it curl Yeah I put that necklace on yo sh*t like pearls Yeah I cook that rock I stir it make it twirl Part 3 Yuh I got a story for y'all (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, I do, I do, I do) But I gotta kinda build it up a little bit (lil bit lil bit lil bit) I've been having a lot of bad dreams lately (I have, I have, I have) And no matter what the f**k I do they won't go away (they won't, they won't, they won't) So I'ma talk about the place in my brain that I think they stay Look I had a dream about that n***a there in that photo (okay, okay) I had a dream that I shot you and yo n***as in that photo And it ain't right Bad dreams clouding up my sight Can't get any rest in the night Why the hell when I close my eyes am I not surprised Someone always dies Why the hell when when I close my pupils someone you lose Comes to life There ain't sh*t to fight There ain't sh*t to point at with the pipe Somethin' in my mental isn't right Maybe it's all the hatin' ass n***as talkin' to me every day About how the f**k they got a problem with what I be doin' Maybe it's this hatin' ass b*t*h tellin' Lil Darkie not to say The N-word even though she ain't knew him And I'm always talking about spreadin' love and positivity So maybe it's a little hard for me to put that sh*t behind me And say screw 'em Or lawyer up and go sue 'em What am I doin'? It's hard for me to let go of the hate 'Specially when I want you to do great Especially when them f**kers stall my fate And you distractin' me because you ain't Wit' it now my brain say slit it Take yo blood and paint wit' it Do it 'till you faint Do it 'till you Can't anymore I'll do this 'till I can't anymore Is that my blood or the paint on the floor? Is that my blood or the paint on the floor I'm just a person who's mental state Tend to worsen now I'm cursin' on a track Oh you wear a beanie? That jack is my night cap I'm spittin' heavy you ain't ready insider you might crack I knew a mother of one son, one daughter, liked crack She was my friend, she got kicked out of her apartment For bringing the children harm, and it's scarring My brain alarmin', I saw it Her husband drink until he barely was thinking They like my music though (oh, we love your music!) I see you got them bodies but you ain't actin' a human though How you let your kids see you separate then abuse 'em though? Momma smokin' cigs on the corner and daddy boozin' mo' Now that b*t*h a racist 'cause her husband is f**kin' wit' darker faces, ain't puttin' d**k where her waist is And she can't afford no braces to give her daughter some teeth But she talking to one my friends About how she would suck his d**k if he drove her to ATM So she the pullin' the money out and she spendin' it all on coke Now she broker and want it back so switchin' over to crack I rap about whippin' rock but I never do that for real 'Cause it's funny just when you talk and it's Not when you skippin' meals, and it's Not when your skin, it peels, and it's Not when you makin' deals, and it's Not when you got the cops Taking children away it feels Too close to home Part 4 Tell us another one, Darkie... I'll try (no ad-libs) f**k Yuhh Yeah, yeah Uh Back in high school, uh, I had this girl She meant the world to a n***a That's a pearl, that's a gem In the end, she ended up wit' my friend Now let me tell you how this steaming pile of bullsh*t began Back in sophomore year I couldn't drop more tears, uh Because my last girl Kicked me to the curb Not in the city in the burbs I'm sittin' pretty with the birds Finally over that sh*t Uh, will anybody love me? Pulling clovers I rip, them out In P.E. I'm sittin' out But she just wanna talk She invite me to her crib after class Okay, why not? I'm door knockin' But she took me inside, led me to her room Uh, then she pulled off all my clothes Without askin' me she assumed I was for it I should have known right there Mission abort it Ain't no relationship she want, she want d**k And she looking for it She said, "Did you bring the condoms" As if I had caused a problem I'm lying naked on her bed Feeling raped and f**ked in the head So she apologized "I'm just into taller guys" She said that she was in the wrong And I shouldn't tell anyone So I forgave her First mistake It's hard to say it when you love someone that person fake Mistook attention for true love and so we start to date I'm with the b*t*h for two years and it's perfect, wait It's senior year and she telling me she want smoke And do drugs like the lean and coke And she thinkin' that datin' me It prevent her from bein' free I'm like "baby, what do you mean? I been giving you everything I been living my life for you I thought we were part of a team?" And so she leave And my homie tell me I'll be fine And that he really feel me Dealing poorly start to smoke a lot Now I'm a f**king greenie Caught a case So she definitely stay away no free me At lunch I see her wit' him and I know that he can see me Hoe meet me at the bike racks, fight back You bony piece of sh*t, you was my homie I ain't know that it was like that But that n***a might be the reason that I write raps Hope my Indian fingers might put a divot in yo white ass Uh Bullied in middle school and bullied after I did time Commit crimes I ain't worried bout f**kin', I want that money And I lick minds Bumpin' ScHoolboy Q Having some sick times Sellin' weed And you know you my n***a if you get big dimes I was born from the darkness Once an innocent kid spray paintin' where the park is Don't go swimmin' where the shark is Well, I hope you enjoyed that story of my youth Now it's time for this journey through my mind to come to an end I hope you're ready! Part 5 (Please keep all hands, arms, feet, and legs inside your thoughts at all times!) Troubled kid with the troubled mind Troubled kid with the troubled past In the trouble I grew up fast In the rubble I sit my ass down I’ll smoke you like I smoke that grass I broke him like I broke that glass I dropped out ain't got no class Had to cut off a lot of friends Had to cut off a lot of people Cause lots of people round me were evil Cause lots of n***as were weak and feeble Om Thank God that I got out alive My momma never lost faith in my mind Let it out Ah Let it out Ah Let it out Ah Let it out Ah Let it out Ah Let it out Ah Let it out Ah Let it out Ah When I was young I used to play with Legos 'till the morning sun I used to play with Legos now it's boring, son No one would play with me, I’m the foreign one He ain't had a butthole, so I tore him one I didn't know what a country was now I'm touring one All I wanna do is get on tracks, I was born to run In the field I grip that stick, it's a hole in one Why would you commit a crime with a stolen gun? Rat-a-tat-tat Grip that gat and push his hat back Is yo momma proud of you now? No she's not this much is true now Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! Right on! As you go, remember this: Where there is Yin, there is always Yang (Yang coming soon)
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