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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pair-A-Dyce
Pair-A-Dyce
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jacob Rivera
Jacob Rivera
Komponist:in
Erik Hopkins
Erik Hopkins
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pair-A-Dyce
Pair-A-Dyce
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Pilotkid
Pilotkid
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Woke up feelin stressed again, dealin with this mess again,
I don’t wanna go to work, I’m letting all the pressure in,
Get up my put my shirt up, I’m hurt I got my own vices,
Put my fake smile on my face as if I really like this,
Lookin at my son I wanna tell em it’ll be okay,
Even if ya papa fallin down and wanna be away,
He gone say, papa come back round and why don’t we go play,
We gone make, something outta nothin push the heat away,
Ay, I don’t want my ways to roll off like some energy,
I just wanna make him happy go off on my enemies,
I just wanna be the father that my father never was,
I just wanna leave the drama from my mamma where it was,
I don’t wanna talk about it, I just wanna talk around it,
I just wanna lose it, leave it, drop it, lost and never found it,
Why you wanna act like I got it together, never that,
Daily I just struggle it’s nothin, I never tell you that,
If I had to tell you everything that’s floatin through my mind,
You would probably try to sit me down til I realigned
It don’t take too much for me to ride, I’m the southside,
I been rollin solo dolo, no mo mista nice guy,
When I get that rush I think I turn into the bad guy,
Look at how you did me dirty baby don’t you ask why
I been on my own so long I never knew that you was gonna drift away
But even if I knew back then what could I do cause you gonna do ya thang
They just wanna see me fall I never know why people wanna cause me pain
I guess it’s a good thang, I’m misunderstood man
Wishy washy, get it off me, I don’t want that mojo
No dough, no go, whatchu think I flow fo,
Walking back around the way I’m tryna see another day,
But every time I come to play you people tryna come for me,
One to see, I know that I’m something that you want to be
One of one, you could never be another one to me,
Humbly, never was the way I used to come to be,
If you sleep, while whipping round you ain’t the one for me
I don’t wanna talk about it, I just wanna talk around it,
I just wanna lose it, leave it, drop it, lost and never found it,
Why you wanna act like I got it together, never that,
Daily I just struggle it’s nothin, I never tell you that,
If I had to tell you everything that’s floatin through my mind,
You would probably try to sit me down til I realigned
It don’t take too much for me to ride, I’m the southside,
I been rollin solo dolo, no mo mista nice guy,
When I get that rush I think I turn into the bad guy,
Look at how you did me dirty baby don’t you ask why
Don't you ask why
Ba-ba-baby don't you ask why
Ba-ba-ba-ba-baby don't you ask why
Ba-ba-ba-ba-baby don't you ask why
It don’t take too much for me to ride, I’m the southside,
I been rollin solo dolo, no mo mista nice guy,
I'm from the southside
No mo mista nice guy
Written by: Erik Hopkins, Jacob Rivera
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