Testo Not Bad Huh? - Skypp
Testo della canzone Not Bad Huh? (Skypp), tratta dall'album King of Indiana: B-Sides
Night ride, sunroof open hoping they bite the bait
Thinking 'bout some shit that transpired just the other day
Lost one of my homies think my other homie did it
So what good is a code if it's unwritten
I ain't into introducing people it's a conflict of interest
Old soul so my confidence vintage
You wasn't shooting in the gym with me, but you came in time for the scrimmage
You ain't even want to sign the petition
They put my jersey in the rafters
Not bad for a bastard
Not bad for another slave captured
Good money, not bad for a lame
Not bad when you had a dollar to your name
It's a nonstop grind, I'm here for it
Even though the people closest to me still ignore it
Focus on the love, nevermind who ain't rocking
Because we both know you gon' show up when I'm popping
They was lacing the pills and I was selling them still
It's supply and demand but what I did wasn't trill
Ain't gon' beat myself up I'd rather grow as a man
Life is only a chance, just control what you can
Not bad for a cornball
Not bad for a lost cause
Oh he got a little fame?
Not bad for a failure
Not bad when you're fake and never answer your cellular
Pick up the phone I know we ain't getting along
Don't want to look up and you put my name in a song
This is what I do, how I get my point across
How I get my feelings out, fuck it I don't wanna talk
Fuck off, yeah
I ain't trying to hear it I've been guarding my spirit
See the pen bleed when I'm writing my lyrics
Smear the blood on the pad no cycle appearing
Who want static with the right interference?
They put my jersey in the rafters
Not bad for a bastard
Not bad for another slave captured
Good money, not bad for a lame
Not bad when you had a dollar to your name
I cut off the social media, they asked what's wrong with me?
What's wrong is our mentality, I'd much rather be busy
All that gossiping was never my speed
Got to draw the line between our wants and our needs
Take a break from the world, try to focus on me
Build my credit and my faith, being all I can be
Couldn't deal with denial, thought I would go to the league
But you can weather the storm without a fucking degree
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Writer(s): Byron Horton, Terrell Porter
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