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Wat's Wrong - Isaiah Rashad/Zacari/Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)
Written by：Dave Free/Zacari/KendrickLamar/Isaiah Rashad
Ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top
And run on sins and front on friends
If we don't win then pay your tithes and mend your fins
And we alright the ko kins and big old rims
And la hoes if that ain't rolled up I ain't go
I ain't home I ain't them I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends
And photo tint and photo lens notice this
Pour this sh*t bonafide woe is me
Bowl of grease naked pimp beamin' up clean as f**k
Other side chill for niggas makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas tip top cliff for niggas this the vision side to side
So give the ni**a if we honest you gon' miss a ni**a
Twisted with 'em this the isms
See your b**ch might kiss a ni**a which ni**a get specific
Big a** pot wrist is glistened your list is sh*t
And your if it isn't let's call some titties and scar your face
The robe of wrongs has caught a case
Other niggas they mob like cartise from far away
All my niggas like calm down
Lovin' life above a reason just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night and bobby whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like rob tonight lost my god tonight
Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another roll another one
And put it all in the air now
How many souls do you touch a day
How many hoes do you f**k a day
How many flows do your thought convey
How many know you can't walk away
Depending on the way I feel I might kill everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me how the wind blow
Open your window at the debris and never let me in
I kick back with kick though
Maybe if I could live a hundred years that be real
Pay me if I'mma be rhymin' these homonyms
Crazy my other show went to my mom 'n''em
My daddy said a mercedes had haunted him
But now he got one I'm ridin' shotgun
With a three piece chicken dinner and shot gun
I bring your weekend to an end and pop one
I'm in the deep end boss ni**a you not one
And I believe in kool aid and god's son
Do you believe that black man is our son
I made enough residuals to hide some
I gave enough my niggas know I divide some
I told zay I'm the best rapper since twenty five
Been like that for a while now I'm twenty nine
Any ni**a that disagree is a f**kin' liar
Pardon me see my alter ego was gemini
He and I been around ever since reagan was criticized
Might stay in the trump tower for one week
Spray paint all the walls and smoke w**d
F**k them and f**k y'all and f**k me
I proceed my last check in proceeds
To all the kids the hood the bricks the books
To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs
The word to give the life we live as I get
So ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another roll another one
And put it all in the air now
Oh you got two xannies oh just don't forget me
Love me for the moment hug me like a sibling
We ain't that important vice cops in the kitchen
Grew with apollonia all in the air now rob was makin' chicken
Beat me down you beat me down reorganize my face
Now when I go home I don't know what my fam gon' say
They say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterday
Thoughts was always cheap cheap cheap
But now let's talk 'bout me me me me me
Lately I been comin' this ain't goin' how I wanted
When I pull up at your window b**ch come out you hear that beep beep beep
Faithful as your ebt closer than you momma can
Anger when you rang up I'm a dog but I'm gon' crawl again
Freak me out keep me out why they always leave me out
Niggas that been hatin' just can't wait to have my cd now
Don't we look like cp and nirvana on that keep me pound
Please be down I been more than late
Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another roll another one
And put it all in the air now
All in the air now
All in the air now
I called to tell you the story of when a few years
I gave my pops uh cilvia cilvia demo and my pops said uh
He listened to it for about a week came back to me said uh dang
Boy why they talkin''bout he gon' run up in
Somebody house he he talkin''bout you