D Bledsoe - Promise Land текст песни

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feat. Erk Tha Jerk

Feeling philosophical, twisting up the tropical
Anything is logical, with God it's all possible
Headed up there, got a tank full of rocket fuel
Just left the bank and I still got my pockets full
… ain't met my match, striking up combo to catch the axe
Making a scene, not seen a goddamn thing
I'm a Charlie Chaplin, that's a black and white dream
Messed up, hidden behind them old stigmas
Got 'em so strict they patent my enigma
Red currents while getting in a gift shop
Head in the clouds, have the body to pick us
Can I get richer, I'm bound to get richer
Stand up with it, I don't just wear the stich up
Leave without the telly in the morning
Breathe stinking as I'm going to see young California

All the way, I can get through today
Here's to make my life
Slide to the promise land, riding with a pistol
Tryina make a dollar out a dime and a nickel
Like it was yesterday
I get up in the morning

You can smell the tires burning
Fell asleep the entire sermon, I was tired of learning
I was tryina catch that feeling since a young nigga
My driveway, I shot it out with them drug dealers
Working on my jumping and my free throw
They was hustling, moving kilos, I was pressing up my demo
My girl was waiting for Nemo, I left her and got a new one

Left me, never forgave me, I'm fresh to death, I'm too wavy
Out of my mind, I'm crazy, I'm blinking, baby, I'm lost
Got my chain and my cross, that's my gain and my loss
I'm using all my curses, forgive me for my verses
I should be reading yours but I got things I wanna purchase
Besides I was tired plus the past, it makes me nervous
I wouldn't call her a crook but shit, you never know for certain
The city crying, we starving in some most of the time
Tore us in the head from neverland to the finish line

All the way, I can get through today
Here's to make my life
Slide to the promise land, riding with a pistol
Tryina make a dollar out a dime and a nickel
Slide to the promise land, riding with a pistol
Tryina make a dollar out a dime and a nickel
Slide to the promise land, riding with a pistol
Tryina make a dollar out a dime and a nickel
Slide to the promise land, riding with a pistol
Tryina make a dollar out a dime and a nickel
Like it was yesterday
I get up in the morning
After crying all night long
Laughing and talking
Like there ain't nothing wrong
'Cause if I ever, if I ever face reality
I know, yes, I know that's gonna be the end of me
So I just see and don't see
Hear and don't hear
Know and don't know

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