[Intro:] Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?
I'm just so fuckin' depressed, I just can seem to get out this slump If I could just get over this hump But I need something to pull me out this dump, I took my bruises, took my lumps Fell down and I got right back up But I need that spark to get psyched back up In order for me to pick the mic back up I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in I'm starting to feel distant again So I decided just to pick this pen Up and try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet, I know some shit's so hard to swallow And I just can't sit back and wallow In my own sorrow But I know one fact I'll be one tough act to follow One tough act to follow I'll be one tough act to follow Here today, gone tomorrow But you have to walk a thousand miles
[Chorus:] In my shoes, just to see What it's like, to be me I'll be you, let's trade shoes Just to see what it'd be like to Feel your pain, you feel mine Go inside each other's mind Just to see what we find Look at shit through each other's eyes But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh, they can all get fucked. Just stay true to you
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor Everything is so tense and gloom I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room Just as soon as I walk in It's like all eyes on me So I try to avoid any eye contact 'cause if I do that then it opens a door for conversation Like I want that... I'm not looking for extra attention I just want to be just like you Blend in with the rest of the room Maybe just point me to the closest restroom I don't need no fucking man servant Trying to follow me around and wipe my ass Laugh at every single joke I crack And half of them ain't even funny like "Ah, Marshall, you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn" Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down? Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles
[Chorus]
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful Oh They can all get fucked. Just stay true to you so
Nobody asked for life to deal us With these bullshit hands we're dealt We have to take these cards ourselves And flip them, don't expect no help Now I could have either just Sat on my ass and pissed and moaned Or take this situation in which I'm placed in And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags Who sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show up who never did I just wanted to fit in At every single place Every school I went I dreamed of being that cool kid Even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me keep makin' that face it'll get stuck like that Meanwhile I'm just standin' there Holdin' my tongue tryna talk like this 'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign poll at 8 years old I learned my lesson then cause I wasn't tryna impress my friends no mo' But I already told you my whole life story Not just based on my description 'cause where you see it from where you're sitting Is probably 110% different I guess we would have to walk a mile In each other's shoes, at least What size you wear? I wear tens Let's see if you can fit your feet
[Chorus]
[Outro:] Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own Everybody has a private world where they can be alone... So are you calling me, are you trying to get through, oh? Are you reaching out for me, I'm reaching out for you? So oh oh
Yea... To my babies. Stay strong. Daddy will be home soon And to the rest of the world, god gave you the shoes That fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em And be yourself, man, be proud of who you are Even if it sounds corny, Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful
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Заглавие: Re: Rap текстове. Пон Юли 18, 2011 6:54 pm
DJ Khaled ft Drake , Rick Ross & Lil Wayne - i'm On One
[Drake] I’m getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy
But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you had your shot With my skin tanned and my hair long And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it!
[Drake - Chorus] All I care about is money and the city that I’m from I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya
I’m on one Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one Yeah, I said I’m on one F-ck it, I’m on one
Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit
Cause I’m on one I said fuck it I’m on one
[Rick Ross] I’m burning purple flowers It’s burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear Burner in the belt Move the kids to the hills (BOSS) Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s Still running with the same niggas til the death of me Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully Ever made love to the woman of your dreams In a room full of money out in London and she screams Baby, I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled) And it’s double M G until I get the chair
[Drake - Chorus]
[Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I’m a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I aint buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence
[Chorus]
Young mula baby, YMCMB
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Заглавие: Re: Rap текстове. Пон Юли 18, 2011 7:19 pm
Pusha T – My God
I can’t be bothered with paying homage to forefathers See the future like the car show floor models Both feet in the snow so that my core follows We done more for the dead n-gger, we pour bottles Drown sorrows, ocean blue Murcielagos Started with similac powder in a baby bottle Yeah, the formula is warning ya Crack kills, offerings to the coroner Kill my eldest brother, n-gger I’ll be damned Gator at my mama house, welcome to zombie land A hustler’s paradise, a lucky paradise Down 40 but the street gonna have you square by night Didn’t bat an eye at it kept a poker face Cause the better eye at it had a coco base When you get to heaven’s door, they won’t hold a space If you know me after flesh on a smokers face There’s no feeling like your bitch chin-chilling right You in italian leather and you full willing right You know you up when you can count a quarter million right And if you’re down you can slang it like a pillow fight I’m a wizard at it, n-gger here’s the magic Make a small town feel like I throw a blizzard at it Get the green from the scale like the lizard had it Bear witness as I unveil this instant classic, yes
My God, my God, my God, yes My God, my God, yes
Yeah, the second comings in the second verse The verse coming still here so I need a hearse I got a voodoo doll, every time I pin the verse Not only do they say they feel it but they say it hurts No pain to gain, n-gger, they say i’m heating up, welcome to the flame n-gger No matter the success, still the same n-gger I only change when the new body came n-gger Aero dynamic, roof panoramic, my credit score let the dealer take full advantage Paid over sticker price, cash under handed The old 12 a year early, I’ma time baby Gotta time manage, when you heaving snow Able to drop it on a 30 and be free to go Only deal with divas, on a “need to know” Girl what you need to know is when you need to go There be no waiting, I have no patience This is the end of all my unrecognized greatness I’m here now n-gger pardon my lateness You can hear in every bar and every cadence Yeah, it’s the new God flow aint it? The last supper for you n-ggers now repainted Take position on the chess board and re-arrange it Face to face with the truth get re-acquainted
My God, my God, my God, yes My God, my God, yes
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Заглавие: Re: Rap текстове. Пон Юли 18, 2011 7:55 pm
Nicki Minaj -Super Bass
This one is for the boys with the booming system Top down, AC with the cooling system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
[Chorus - Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj:] Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beating like a drum and it's coming your way Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah that's that super bass Got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah that's that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, he got that super bass
[Verse 2:] This one is for the boys in the polos Entrepreneur niggas in the moguls He could ball with the crew, he could solo But I think I like him better when he dolo And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on He ain't even gotta try to put the mac on He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look Then the panties comin' off, off, uh Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy you know I really got a thing for American guys I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up
[Chorus - Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj]
[Hook:] See I need you in my life for me to stay No, no, no, no, no I know you'll stay No, no, no, no, no don't go away Boy you got my heartbeat runnin' away Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way Oh it be like, boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Can't you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass