- Joe Budden Adrenaline 歌詞
- Joe Budden
- @ @
L-look look look look look
I cant call it,
I always seem to take one step backward and five steps forward,
nothing to gain, its like everything mortgaged,
yall can love me or yall wont, go ahead talk **********t,
cautious, report **********t, live out of hell,
since all my dudes either alive or outta jail,
wont fold, wont curl, no wonder all this weights on my shoulders,
im sitting on the bottom of the world,
they say, tears are words that your mouth cant speak,
rubber on every arm could fire but cant reach,
I say, streets learn you what the schools cant teach,
my job is to get a gospel that the church wont preach,
something like a rock star, keep the live band,
just sub my true religions for theyre skin tight pants,
ass on my wife, no nice implants,
i mean no accessories, the crimes been an accessory,
its a thinking mans world, **********t is chess to me,
so let the king move mean time, let it be
(Chorus)
Its the Junk Yard Gang, Drew Hudson repping Jersey,
revers the psyche on life and do the mic dirty,
tired, hungry and thirsty, mother***** fame,
matter of fact, when this verse ends forget my name,
its the message, not the man,
the vision, not the plan,
no glits, no glam, just pure connection with the fans,
half your downloads get deleted with the spam,
these dudes keep it so real they come across fake,
straight boring, ignore these wack bastards,
approaching to forwards(?) as frauds(?) is ass backwards,
i just vividly spit it to pick it differently,
rip all the vodka, swig it then pissing on negativity,
the pen is mightier than the trigger,
strike em when I spit,
real catchy huh?, I dont even like that **********t,
what I like, a rock flow thats lava, melotic
with a high dose of more(?) fire(?),
the fire and the rain, the fire in my veins is hot,
cant be stopped with fire brigades,
UUUHHHH!
no image, im livin every synonym twisted in this syllable spliff six a them hits ill leave u lifted
all heart and gut,
feeling the hunts adrenaline rush, come on,
the ********* *ts heating up,
(Chrous)
L-Look look
I wear a K as a weapon,
eye in through scope case my foes at the top of my stair way to heaven,
and I, pop a big step, dressed in my fly **********t,
ipod, headphones on bumping my **********t,
i never cared, i was careless,
fear being afraid, OR maybe im afraid to be fearless,
OR fear being fearless but fearful,
so even in my carelessness, got to be careful,
Im like, whos that looking threw my peephole?,
when did my alter-ego get a ego?,
he wants the rims chrome,
me im trying to push the pedal till my foots on the ground like a flintstone,
bluetooth, my girl on the horn bickering,
but even though when she scream, i hear it like whispering,
i been around noise all my life,
ive been poised baby all my life,
just let me live my life,
live yours, make your own highlight,
then, meet me at the top likea butterfly knife,
then, learn how to see without eyesight,
if, at first you dont succeed then try twice,
see I dont write it I will it, reel it, real **** ******t,
paint a masterpeice then unveil it.
come im bout to reveal it,
destroy it, rebuild it,
conceal it, before another ***** steals it,
milk **********t, not a pessimist, im a realist,
when you think you on, I go and hit the killswitch,
Drummer rockin, hes ill **********,
if they sleep dont wake em just drill **********t(?)
see im something they got to deal with,
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