Love On Display-Brother Ali

歌手 : Brother Ali

专辑 : Champion

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:28

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TXT Love On Display-Brother Ali 文本歌词

Goodbye Goodbye my love

We move all the merch, CDs and shirts

For you, this is a game but for me this is work

I punch in ha, when I step on the stage

I get paid when my record is played

Word to Printmatic

I'm a poetry chick magnet

With Goldy the pimp habits

I roll with a limb that is

Droven Omaha, flowin' for hick a** kids

Knowin' I was zonin' at the moment I hit that sh*t love

Kris references and no one will get that sh*t

I even make the best of it and go home and slit my wrists

Imagine what a trip it is, rappin' for little shits

Who think that DJin' was created by Mr. Dibbs

Remember this, those are the main ones that show us support

So I owe them my existence and sh*t so

I got to thank them, my home is broken ain't it?

I downloaded parents cause I heard they're overrated

I pushed a demo tape when the group was first created

Younger Brother was the debut album when they made it

E! Behind The Music, believe that I've been through it

I either write the true sh*t or feel my life is useless

You should, do this, math with me right quick dog

I count myself to sleep when the lights get soft

Tour twice, in the spring and the fall

Ten weeks each my son doesn't see me at all

9 out of 12 months daddy's gone for 5

Spot dates in the mix, I'm absent for 6

So I'm a half a** daddy

Part time singer

Half a** crazy, got my wife feelin' half single

In New Jersey, bitchin' with the word play

About how my parents raised me in the worst way possible

Doin' what I gotta do

And tryin' to get a rap or two

Missin' my own son's third birthday

I'm a self centered piece of sh*t

Stomped down hypocrite

Tryin' to get a grip on it but now I got to live with it

This is me motherf**ker, I'm a mean mugger

Not intentionally brother, I was tryin' to see somethin'

I never drive because I'm legally blind

All I can do is describe what I see in my mind

People are fine until they peep a weakness of mine

Then they f**k me over so I need to leave them behind

Sh*t's real

My wrist is still stiff from my last hook

Cat learned how to scrap just by gettin' his a** whupped

I'll catch an elbow and that sh*t will just hurt

So I swing mine the next time I get in some dirt

And that works

And that's why Murs is the homie

Because the brothers ain't scared to dig out spurs in the moment

My recipe for greatness, there is no depleting this

Because the active ingredient in it is my weaknesses

I speak with this little drawl that the Midwest created

When they treat someone like sh*t for a decade

Anthony can't chirp, flare or backspin

But he'll listen to my f**ked up life without laughin'

I'm challenged and offended by sheets of blank paper

Who act like they are too good to carry my strange flavor

Painstakingly, suffice is to say

I ain't scared to put my motherf**kin' life on display

We move all the merch, CDs and shirts

For you, this is a game but for me this is work

I punch in ha, when I step on the stage

I get paid when my record is played