Houston We Got It / Sunday
Title | Houston We Got It / Sunday |
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Artist | Tiger Tchakounté |
Album | Try This At Home |
Release Date | 2020-07-31 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Shit I'm not even from Houston so Tell the HP we got it Montreal we got it The whole fucking country we got it nigga [Verse 1] We don't run the same earth We don't curse the same words But we stay piling up Under all the same jerks I'ma let this pen blurt I won't let this pain hurt Some of y'all fighting for which one of your pain's worst What about who can make it out this fucking pain first Who can grow red camellia out this fucking plain dirt Check out how my paint dirts Check out how I slay a verse They gon' yell the lyrics, but remember what's the name first [Hook 1] Sorry how I came I got many ghosts to blame They came they saw took it all but my name Fuck out my place, Know you hear what I'm saying Don't take it too harsh, I'm the one I should blame Sorry how I came I got many ghosts to blame They came they saw took it all but my name Fuck out my place, Know you hear what I'm saying Don't take it too harsh, I'm the one I should blame [Verse 2] Call me the rap physicist I got stupid stitches Y'all got stupid issues Why you superstitious? I'm just too ambitious Y'all be too religious I'm just breaking digits Y'all playing for the crickets Weak niggas got problems, real niggas done solve em Dali niggas like you and me, we see problems we call em All part of the mathematics You send me away with the fucking medics I don't need to write on an affidavit That I fracture your neck when I'm back at it I got mad habits Never play it safe, always play it late Always play it great, no matter where I came Y'all just do it cause the Nike ad just told you I just do it so my racks confirm you owe me and I owned you nigga You might also like[Hook 2] Sorry how I came I got many ghosts to blame They came they saw took it all but my name Fuck out my place, know you hear what I'm saying Don't take it too harsh, I'm the one I should blame [Verse 3] Need a beef? Write me a post-it, I'ma paste it on my skate I can't talk, gotta go to work, It'll be my fifth time being late Oh no, Dali on a mix-tape, that's his fifth time being great Call it five fingers of death, I'm Shia free-styling on Sway I'm somewhere else nigga I'm off pocket, or off logic My back hurts but it's not retained by old topics I leave you niggas in the pound my ass is on a rocket Fade away, sink a bucket, tell Houston we got it Shut-up bitch, I'm talking I'm brighter than your locket Your flow I know, you rob it You still under the market My name you better mark it Peace and love, Inshallah Spin the groove for another mosh-pit [Intro] I need every cellphone lighted up in this mother fucka' We gotta light this shit up the trap way If you got a cellphone light put your cellphone light up right now [Hook 1] I don't even go to church, that shit never works But tonight I'ma pray for you (for you) For you (For you) For you (For you) For you (For you) For you (For you) [Verse 1] First date on the church step Can't work gotta curve left Sins gave me the worst lefts I should check what kind of curse's left Life burns like a corvette Forgot about what I should forget Go through my debt on my first cheque I don't even know what I'm worth net Wanna serve bets? What's next? What a bad year to be on deck Sicko mode live from the whole web I just post memes for the whole net I just make beats you ain't heard yet I just make sure that my team doesn't throw down the serviette Pedal to the turf 'til I hurt a neck Swerve til there ain't any skrt to be skrt left [Hook 2] I don't even go to church, that shit never works But tonight I'ma pray for you (for you) For you (For you) For you (For you) For you (For you) For you (For you) I don't even go to church, my life can't get worse But tonight I'ma pray for you For you (For you) For you (For you) For you (For you) For you (For you) |