文本歌词

CrasH (Clean) - Schoolboy Q
Lyrics by：Q. Hanley/M. Samuels/K. Duckworth
Composed by：Q. Hanley/M. Samuels/K. Duckworth
Uh oh
Uh oh
Too many M's to make
To make
Too many rules to break
To break
Too many fightin' that case
That case
I gotta find my way
My way
Daughter need new shoes
Shoes
If I lose she lose
Lose
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
Days like this I wish all my locs was unchained
Chained
I mastered the rap game
Game
I mastered the dope game
Game
Still I feel like I'm God-like on these long flights
I'm left behind it don't feel right
Can't write the script when this real life
Rich still dodgin' that bus ride
From the west side where don't s**t slide we on trip time
Seen the field in their lies
Their lies
Can't be serious with no rappers
No rappers
Stayed down and what happened
What happened
Got my daughter that mansion
That mansion
Gave my mother that million
That million
Sold my soul to my feelings
My feelings
Can't go blind 'bout these women
No
Too many M's to make
To make
Too many rules to break
To break
Too many fightin' that case
That case
I gotta find my way
My way
Daughter need new shoes
Shoes
If I lose she lose
Lose
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
F**k all the opps I kid you not see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick I don't have no sense sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942 it knock me on my
It knock me on my
N***a gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
Family friends want a piece of mine
I can tell they all piecin' up
And I can show 'em where peace resides
Since eight years old I knew I'd be rich
'Cause the college route it wasn't 'bout s**t
Tried the honest route but chose house licks
Tried to lock me up but can't catch this
Now where we touch down is on my X list I'm on a fresh tip
Too much time out livin' reckless
Now I got time up on my left wrist
Lil' rappers ain't impressive
Ain't impressive
Your tax bracket ain't impressive
Ain't impressive
You buy a chain but won't buy no land
That hashtag should say Desperate
Desperate
I'm kickin' game for these young n***as
'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter
Uh
All that bulls**t I taught her
Uh
Way too blessed to be normal
Uh
Upper echelon but we stand that
So girl be proud that your skin black
And be happy girl that your hair napped
'Cause the school system won't teach that
Where your father been you gon' reach that
Too many M's to make
To make
Too many rules to break
To break
Too many fightin' that case
That case
I gotta find my way
My way
Daughter need new shoes
Shoes
If I lose she lose
Lose
Then I ain't gettin' used to losses
I'm goin' on 'til I crash
F**k all the opps I kid you not see we gon' crash
My thoughts is sick I don't have no sense sometimes I crash
Pour up this 1942 it knock me on my
It knock me on my