Reason (feat. Lorine Chia)
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong for doing what I love
All of these voices in my head
So many voices in my head
Telling me I can't get ahead
Feeling like I've been wrong
(Othello on the beat)
I get the 7 I turn the 7 to fourteen
Good work, big bags, that means more fiends
I don't glorify trap, I aint a dumb nigga
It's just the only way to take care of my son nigga
I gotta feed him right, give him a place to sleep at night
I gotta make sure that he learn how to read and write
(Damn)
So much pain in my heart I think that my heart's bleeding
The devils always winning, I really think that he cheating
I rap about my cousin a lot cause I wanna see him
(I miss you cousin)
Rest in peace to my cousin nigga
And I'ma say that every song cause I love him nigga
I got voices in my head saying you whack cali
(Whack cali)
You should've stayed in school before you tried to rap cali
(Rap cali)
Could've got a degree now you stuck in the trap cali
(Trap cali)
Damn, stuck in the trap cali
(It's all a trap cali)
When the sun don't shine will it be all right?
When the moon comes out do you hear my cries?
When the darkness falls will it dim my lights?
I don't get no sleep at night cause I be thinking a lot
I be thinking bout' them brothers that got killed by the cops
Hands up please don't shoot and they still get shot
I be thinking bout' all them sisters that been through a lot
Working double clocks just to put food in the pot
(Damn)
And these kids they need a better route
They don't pop wheelies no more they popping xannys now
(Danm, xannys now?)
I be thinking bout' them dark days, had to get it the hard way
Burning fiends for 20 bucks, cutting through hallways
Papa wasn't there, my mama smoking material
We aint have no milk the roaches fucking with my cereal
I remember the group homes
I remember the foster place
Sleeping in the crackhouse, making sure that my mom's safe
But shit's changed I'm chasing my dream now
Mama don't do drugs no more, my mama clean now
I gotta baby boy and I swear that I'll never leave him
My baby makes me smile every time that he gets to cheesing
My baby makes me proud every time that he gets to speaking
(Dada hahaha)
(I love you son)
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong for doing what I love
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong for doing what I love
All of these voices in my head
So many voices in my head
Telling me I can't get ahead
Feeling like I've been wrong
(Othello on the beat)
I get the 7 I turn the 7 to fourteen
Good work, big bags, that means more fiends
I don't glorify trap, I aint a dumb nigga
It's just the only way to take care of my son nigga
I gotta feed him right, give him a place to sleep at night
I gotta make sure that he learn how to read and write
(Damn)
So much pain in my heart I think that my heart's bleeding
The devils always winning, I really think that he cheating
I rap about my cousin a lot cause I wanna see him
(I miss you cousin)
Rest in peace to my cousin nigga
And I'ma say that every song cause I love him nigga
I got voices in my head saying you whack cali
(Whack cali)
You should've stayed in school before you tried to rap cali
(Rap cali)
Could've got a degree now you stuck in the trap cali
(Trap cali)
Damn, stuck in the trap cali
(It's all a trap cali)
When the sun don't shine will it be all right?
When the moon comes out do you hear my cries?
When the darkness falls will it dim my lights?
I don't get no sleep at night cause I be thinking a lot
I be thinking bout' them brothers that got killed by the cops
Hands up please don't shoot and they still get shot
I be thinking bout' all them sisters that been through a lot
Working double clocks just to put food in the pot
(Damn)
And these kids they need a better route
They don't pop wheelies no more they popping xannys now
(Danm, xannys now?)
I be thinking bout' them dark days, had to get it the hard way
Burning fiends for 20 bucks, cutting through hallways
Papa wasn't there, my mama smoking material
We aint have no milk the roaches fucking with my cereal
I remember the group homes
I remember the foster place
Sleeping in the crackhouse, making sure that my mom's safe
But shit's changed I'm chasing my dream now
Mama don't do drugs no more, my mama clean now
I gotta baby boy and I swear that I'll never leave him
My baby makes me smile every time that he gets to cheesing
My baby makes me proud every time that he gets to speaking
(Dada hahaha)
(I love you son)
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong, I've been
Feeling like I've been wrong for doing what I love
Credits
Writer(s): Kojon Hazard, Lorine Chia
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