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letra de stay - shabazzz

(intro)
yeahhhhh..
it’s the type of joint you reflect on, when you grow
and you wonder
let it run..

the father of my mother is dying
i swear i need a brother to stop me from crying
i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want him to stay
cos i want him to play
all the music that i’m making today
i’d stop showing up at all of these raves
stop trynna mess with all of these dames
stuck staring at all of these graves
life is so insane
they aim at medusa
trynna pop her medulla
cos she ain’t giving brain
late nights in the studio i’m only trynna pray cos he just turned 85
he can’t even open his eyes
at least keep him till i’m 25
lord please don’t take him away and leave me traumatised
or give me super powers so when he dies and i make it i can revive him
my confidence, yeah, is reclining
forget a punchline, i’m here to enlighten
it’s more of emotions and the truth
these sentences i spit in the booth
it’s just us trynna be g’s
in a penitentiary trynna be free
so i can be better than the previous me
delirious me
living vicariously through the n-ggas who tell stories about their nights wildin’
i stayed in the studio working on this album
shabazz without the malcolm
success the only outcome
i’m out son
i’m out son
she was the last one
cos you know, feelings change
and i’m tired of switching these lanes
i’m tired of playing these games
giving up change to the beggars on the streets
paying for studio time, i just sold my new soccer cleats
probably
the biggest investment, the time i invested
hookah sticks got my lungs all congested
no lawyers, just a life sentence to this rap sh-t
it’s real hard to quit when you know that you’re the sh-t
so you light a spliff in your honour
trynna make this flow hotter than nicki minaj in a sauna
it’s nothing fancy though
it’s nothing fancy now b-tches wanna romance me though
i’m only trynna be manly bro
cos if a fire came
i’d try to save everybody before the fire raged
playing on my emotions so i can write these verses
somebody tell me why after 1957 i still feel like im in a cage
or why i still feel like a slave
ain’t sh-t changed
so tell me why they took me off stage
the fans was shouting my name
they wanted me to stay
so why you think about that
i’mma let the music play

i said i’mma let the music play
you know what, brainy switch it up, let em listen to some real sh-t
[interlude plays]

cos i’m the world’s renowned confessor
electronic hookah stick lay on my dresser
fantasize about how i would undress her
in her sun dress
yeah her long dress
i must confess
it was l-st at first
red langarie
trynna show the stronger me
double d’s staring right infront at me
my obsession with t-tties would have me wanting to stay
but i gotta leave
i got goals to achieve
i got more p-ssy up my sleeves than these b-tches got up they jeans
i didn’t cuss once ain’t you proud of me
finally starting to sound like that prodigy
she was on top of me
and honestly i wouldn’t be honest if i said i was honest g
and god bless my teachers
they told me to quit the rap
these teachers turned preachers
and now i’m the same n-gga coming through they’re speakers
i guess i made it out the bleachers
stay!

(outro)

yeah, i hope i stay

- shabazzz

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