Testo Rare - Dabbla feat. Sumgii
Testo della canzone Rare (Dabbla feat. Sumgii), tratta dall'album Nobody
I'm out here tryna power up
Need a volunteer to light the sour up
You ain't nowhere near and you're out of luck
All up in your ear like now what's up
Don't know how to take it when I spit weird
You said it's your year cuz, which year?
All that cough syrup in your cup got your shit smeared
Now it's disappeared
Man have pioneered
Man have volunteered
Yeah, man have crashed the vehicle they commandeered
Yeah, everything you hear man have engineered
Let me put it in the air, that's never cleared
Yeah I did it live, and I did it well
And I did some other shit that really didn't sell
But at least I didn't end up in a prison cell
Waiting for the dinner bell
I just came to wish 'em well
Pull rank
Or what you gotta pull to make bank?
Soul jolting out the body with a yank
You are now rocking with a champ
From a grotty little camp
And he's only got himself to thank
Gotta put my stamp on this earth
Tryna anchor these words while I do a little skank in the dirt
Push it till it cramps and it hurts
I got drank on my shirt
You're dealing with a wanker at work, yeah
I did it on my ones
I dug it out the dirt
I put it in the air
I hustle for the funds
I had to make it work
I did it cos it's rare
I did it on my ones
I dug it out the dirt
I put it in the air
I hustle for the funds
I had to make it work
I did it cos it's rare
Undefeated cos I won't let it
But I ain't gonna cry if I don't get it
Fully gullified since '07
And my brain's on fire tryna process it
Quarantined cos the flow's spreading
In the field tryna deal with what's most pressing
Any time I turn it up there's no telling
So don't ever put my music on a low setting
Anything you want babe, no stressing
Everything blessed, that's progressing
Dealing with a pro, my profession
We can do a fast or a slow session
Shit has been a mess but don't test me
I'll stick you in the boot like Joe Pesci
Ain't nobody that I really know gets me
See me out in Acapulco on a jet ski
I don't think they get it man, they'll never understand
Fully independent now it's getting out of hand
Cutting out the middle man, I tell them where they stand
I don't really wanna have to draw a diagram
Student of the swan, young, tell 'em I'm a Dan
Copying the boy, you're damaging your diaphragm
Ever since a young man, never had a plan
Happy days blowing up like Richard Cunningham
Nothing like the old me, everyone agrees
Came to buckle everything and bring it to its knees
Life is full of empty promises and fuckeries
Probably little jobs worse doing all the deeds
Aiming for the stars then why'd you hit the trees?
Gotta keep my choirs at forty-five degrees
You can save your bars and your breeze
I ain't here to cater for your needs, nah
I did it on my ones
I dug it out the dirt
I put it in the air
I hustle for the funds
I had to make it work
I did it cos it's rare
I did it on my ones
I dug it out the dirt
I put it in the air
I hustle for the funds
I had to make it work
I did it cos it's rare
Yes, yes, yes, extraordinary
I see what you did there
Very impressive
You should be proud
Well done
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Lawrence Philip Pittas, Jedediah David Dugdale
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