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Big L.C.T.
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Clear / In the Morning
1 (Big L.C.T.) I'm really only rapping for the Fun of it I know a lawyer that'll sue you For the fuck of it I spend a lot of money Mostly out in public I got my friends on a label Covenant I don't listen to your bullshit Said I tend to stay above it She said, 'You're my influence' But I tend to stay under it Now I'm somewhere in the clouds Eyes closed, not functionin' My bank account doublin' It's a, late night And I'm prolly still recordin' We should grab some food 1 o-clock in the mornin' So I drive to Lucky Boys In a new pair of Jordan's. I always gotta stunt Life never gets boring Then I, Pull over to the side Look at the trees, how they lit in the night And I think about life And how time goes by See Just yesterday I was learning how to drive And now I'm sitting in my room Writing raps for a living See, I quit my summer job Just so I could do this shit And now I'm thinking back Did I fuck the decision?
I said we came into the building With our very own plans Then our dreams turn to visions Now we tryna understand why? Why?
It's so blurry, yeah It's so blurry I said we came into the building With our very own plans Then our dreams turn to visions Now we tryna understand why? Why?
It's so blurry, I'm just tryna make it clear No, no
2 (Big L.C.T.) My mom doesn't appreciate my raps Except 'September 24th' A song written by her son About her dad But other than that She thinks My entire catalogue is wack It's okay, It prolly is I could model Abercrombie & Fitch I'm a chill type of rapper I don't really fit in And I roll with the same You can't fuck with the clique We met in the hills And we've been tight ever since If you talkin' shit about me They'll be on your back quick
Uh, Money & bitches I'm killin' this shit Like lickety-split Just look at the flick of the wrist I'm sick-
Nah, that's lame We just tryna be original I'm trapped inside my mind because The whole world is digital 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Logic said, 'peace, love and positivity' And they still acting critical Middle finger up Why you gotta be so difficult? Tryna live our dreams And what it seems to me Is, you acting like the glass And you tryna intervene Keep my vibes good When you want me to fall French, girls kissing girls Said the problem solved I gotta independent album and designer draws Big signing off Word, word
I said we came into the building With our very own plans Then our dreams turn to visions Now we tryna understand why? Why?
It's so blurry, yeah It's so blurry I said we came into the building With our very own plans Then our dreams turn to visions Now we tryna understand why? Why?
It's so blurry, I'm just tryna make it clear No, no
3, (Evince) Waking up so fresh feeling born again Counting all my blessings feeling fortunate Came from my roots and I'm talking about my origin But now it's time to see a metamorphosis I got goals I got dreams I got visions On a mission for my damn ambitions I don't know what I want, but I know what I've been missing I've been driven in a prison while I'm told to be efficient Listen, I don't know if I can fit it I've been over it division, but right now it's feeling different I know everything can change in an instant A boy inside a rapper guess I'm gifted But still I'm working on some shit that I don't need to I don't ever waste time cause you never get a re-do All I need is Ani like I'm Hebrew Let's go and roll it man I'm done with all the previews I don't need you I got options girl I don't need you Get it poppin' girl I don't need you Ain't no stoppin girl I don't need you I swear I don't need you I'm cubic like rubix 3 powers like cubics Pussy money weed, no that shit is so foolish I'm leading a movement and this is my way Thought I can't do this but I'm here to stay Man I'm blazing my trail And I'mma do this shit my way Hating to fail But this bass gotta vibrate I may be nothing more than a primate I wanna eat, wanna sleep, and never drive straight So I go swerve swerve on the highway If you think that shit a bluff come and try me Yeah, I gotta run away from evil Yeah, so I be running from my ego I try to give back to people but they never want a sequel But I'm living and painting a picture, though I never had a easel So now all I have is the subject Couple raps and a hundred dollar budget They callin' names I say 'fuck it' to the judgement You can talk to the hand, bet you love it you're a puppet Yeah This shit is all me till I die Or at least 'till the night Waking up in the morning (ah) And I'm feeling so right
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