Testo Floor Chandeliers - Anoyd
Testo della canzone Floor Chandeliers (Anoyd), tratta dall'album Summer in Sinsinati (Deluxe Edition)
Some old man was like man
Why you little niggas always sagging your pants?
It's a question that I could never understand
Cause how you stand and glance and worry 'bout another nigga pants?
It's money you need to borrow and you worried 'bout my cargos
Would you tell me to pull 'em up if I drove a Murcielago?
I pull 'em up anyways just to ignore the words that follow
But it's pointless cause he know I'ma still sag 'em tomorrow
He said image everything, can't never agree
Just cause your pants pulled up that make you better than me?
That make you more of a man cause your shirt tucked in?
I'm showing off this Louis belt my girl
Spent more than a grand on it for me
My song creation is breathtaking
So when my pants low, I got high expectations for my career
The moral is my mom don't tell me to pull 'em up
So what makes you think I'ma listen to you?
Shut the fuck up nigga
This world is upside down
Floor chandeliers, floor floor floor chandeliers
It's upside down
Floor chandeliers, floor floor floor chandeliers
It's upside down
The ceiling's my ground
It's upside down
Floor chandeliers, floor floor floor chandeliers
I sent my daddy a text message, he ain't text back
I wonder if he read that or he just said dead that
Show his other kids love I never felt, see where my head's at
Tears fall but it's just a little minor setback
But you got responsibilities
But you don't even use your respond abilities
Texting, you wasting energy
Now I figure music could be my father figure
Cut me down the middle, now I split
Dutches down the middle in symmetries
After all of them penalities, I thought I'd be rocking them penal t's
Now, shit, I feel like God sent me to convene
It been a lot of cats fiending to kick me off of my dreams
And people all on the networks, you know the routine
The thirst of you being single make you drink the machines
The moral is, don't waste your earned money for a couple swigs
When your wife got Kool-Aid in the fucking fridge
This world is upside down
Floor chandeliers, floor floor floor chandeliers
It's upside down
Floor chandeliers, floor floor floor chandeliers
It's upside down
The ceiling's my ground
It's upside down
Floor chandeliers, floor floor floor chandeliers
I'm kinda feeling like the ceiling is my ground nigga
I'm kinda feeling like the ceiling is my ground nigga
I'm kinda feeling like the ceiling is my ground nigga
You could say I live a life where there's nothing
Geniuses fight just to hear my CD tonight
Search for meteorites to gain the media rights
The gates of knowledge baby
I put the formula for y'all infants
So might as well use that Wikipedia light
I write encyclopedias and y'all social media hype
Actions speak louder than words when I'm speaking like Jesus Christ
Oh Lord, why the tree upside down?
And why the sky on the ground?
Why I look up and see weed inside of your closet?
And barely a cap and gown could be found?
It's not a shame how there's a kid inside your belly
And you still got childish ways
Knowledge on your life conveyed 'til I built a palisade
Hurling curtains at your brain like I ain't mean to throw no shade
Oh Lord, the thing about it, they can't hang us by the noose
Cause there's branches at the bottom and I represent the youth
If I climb the top of this tree I swear I'll be right at the roots
I swear I'll be right at the roots
If I climb the top of this tree I swear I'll be right at the roots
Swear I'll be right at the roots
If I climb the top of this tree I swear I'll be right at the roots
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Writer(s): Dashorn Andrew Whitehead, Matthew Richard Pierce
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