Testo Porch Steps! - REASON
Testo della canzone Porch Steps! (REASON), tratta dall'album Porches
September 22nd, 2015
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, one, two, one, two, one, two
Soul
Yeah, straight up off them porch steps, I ain't ran my course yet
I done made some bad choices, I been feelin' boisterous
I been feelin' energetic, get it from these porch steps
City gon' give me fuel, the ghetto like a fortress
I just heard a gun talk, that - ain't horse shit
That - gon' keep yellin', blood gon' keep spillin'
Hope it ain't my brother blood, why we makin' bad decisions?
Bullets went crashin' in him, prayers don't cover accidentals
Why we makin' bad decisions? Ghetto like a fortress
Why I tell a queen no? Why I tell these - yes?
She just wanna love a -, Deja gon' bust it open
My girl gon' bust it too, but this one new and more provokin'
Shake it like a rattle, lose that battle every single moment
Forget my girl got feelings, can't hurt her if she don't know it
Why we makin' bad decisions? That - just pour stress
Why we never leave the hood? The ghetto like a fortress
Hey, hey, hey
Oh, it'll make us bleed
See, I got too many problems and I know I keep it poppin'
I'ma - 'em all night, mama told me to be cautious
Got me leanin' way back, I can tell I got some problems
Gotta get it how I want it 'til I got it, and that's alright, uh
Back up on the porch steps huggin' the block, ayy
Jams out the stereo bumpin' a lot, uh
Never hesitated when I'm uppin' the Glock
But I swear I wanna leave out, like hey
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I swear I wanna leave out, hey (Yeah)
Hey (Yeah), hey, hey
Glock 17 in the shorts he never wore it
God-fearin', positive -, mama adore him, we was chasin' goals
We both lived in the hood, but it ain't what we chose
I quit hoops, he stayed steady focused on the road
Said, "Rob, I ain't reach my dreams, I'm glad you reachin' yours"
Through Christ, anything possible
Most positive - I knew, nothin' else optional
So how Dell died from a bullet? That - ain't logical
Some days, I think about Chuck
'Cause he just lost his best friend, - ain't ownin' up
And to think that it's even a thought that he set him up, shit
The grief a
Some days, I just wish that we could love each other
Dell, if you listenin', thank you for your positive forces
The ghetto feel too normal, so we treat it like fortress
I wonder how it'd be if we had different porches
Soul
Rest in peace, Wendell
Whether it's the stupidest steps
The older we get, our kin send, blown by the wind
Only a few of us left, two of us left
One of us left and found success
And we look at bro like a square for findin'
Hope 'cause it's somethin' that none of us kept
Crabs in a barrel, pinchin' and pullin'
Pinchin' and pullin', pinchin' and pullin'
Surprised we got limbs remainin'
Gotta stay ten-toe, -, fall ten remainin'
I know God lookin' at me foul the way y'all been complainin'
About these porch scenarios he's been arrangin'
When will the woe-is-me's wear off?
And when will this chip on my shoulder get small enough to tear off?
Eyes dry from the amount of time me
And my demons been havin' a stare-off
As the demons lurk below the steps, the angels peak above
But we're too fixated on this - porch to receive the love
Nitpickin' each difference from each stupid step
While ignorin' the fact the view from the roof is the best
We don't have to be used to less
We don't have to be used to less
Credits
Writer(s): Shaquille Mitchell, Marcus Rucker, Robert Lee Gill Jr, Matthias Hutstein, Scotty L. Coleman
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