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letra de elmer fudd - jimi tents

[hook 1]
if a body drop in the hood, and no ones around..
does it make noise?
raised to be scared of the man, so we hate boys..
i cling to my childhood and friends when they bring toys..
more rocks in the roads once again i still remain poise..

[verse 1]
uh, balanced to the t
still crossing my eyes (i’s)
overall it’s hard to see (c, sea)
let her rip (letter rip), imma dive
dying to live, we’ve been dying as kids
just another.. song to remember, this idle recital is here
case you gone til november
this ember inside me
burning highly
hardly home
out in hollywood, i southern cali roam
still ain’t find myself, i’m grateful on my own
still that caliente rapping young cabron
i’m a line away from mansions as my home
i’m a line away from fishing at the dock
i’m a line away from f-cking up my life
i’m a line from itching at the docs
i’m a show away from getting cash in knots
you a ho away from getting crabs and shots
rain go away, don’t need you can you stop
been a goner since conception ask my pops
i was born to die with purpose, that’s the plot
i ain’t ask, was chosen by the man upstairs
who provides me strength to grind and persevere
look around few made it out without there peers..

[pre-hook w/moxie raia]
like ayo
hey yo
ain’t no time to play yo
ayo, you just gonna stay old
hey yo
we ain’t got all day yo
ayo
i’m singing hey yo
ayo, what you gotta say oh
ayo, i just need a halo
hey yo
i just need to pray yo
ayo..

[hook 2]
if a body drop in hood, and no ones around..
does it make noise?
was barely even raised by a man..
still we make boys
we run from the child we invent
the system ain’t for us
i just wanna start over again
they love to hate joy

[verse 2]
uh, what is love?
i heard it comes with a carriage
my friend girlfriends’ pregnant
now he prays for a miscarriage
can’t tell her to abort
so he fakes the support
there’s a fake in us all
the truths has taken it’s course
take him 2 court, trying to ball
settlement lost, triumphant fall
hitting the bank, tryna withdraw
half’s in the safe, the rest’s at his mom
cause.. she ain’t got time for me
that b-tch’ll never see a dime from me
i’d run myself of a bridge
write a will, even k!ll just to guarantee my child will eat
yeah.. well that’s true
but n-gga that’s you
put y’all sh-t to the side
look your kid in the eyes
see my n-gga that’s you
we gone off the deep end
addicted to creeping
habitual cheating
every night on the weekends

[hook 3]
and when a body drops in your hood, and no ones around..
just know it make noise
took a while but i’m here as a man.. some others stay boys
never run from my childhood again… just put away toys
no stops in the roads til i win
i still evade ploys..

[outro]

- jimi tents

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