Testo So Confused - Heathen feat. Double G
Testo della canzone So Confused (Heathen feat. Double G), tratta dall'album DJ Loot Presents: Cali Fire, Vol. 6
A couple of things I gotta get off my chest
I ain't reaching for the stars or searching for success
Man I'm spitting these bars hoping you progress
I ain't saying it gotta be hard to be the best
You gotta stay focused even when you're stressed
Cause these streets are getting colder and life's a test
You gotta pass and have no regrets
You gotta last when there's no one left
I'm talking real life subjects, welfare income budget
The government don't love us so who the fuck they hustling
I call it like I see it, half my people they need Jesus
Mama said you not a follower baby, you a leader
So I'm hot like a fever, watch these haters turn to tweakers
Keep my bars having seizures, always help when I'm needed
I'm really in these streets and I'm searching and needing
I ain't saying I'm perfect, I'm hurting for a reason
And my mind's got me so confused
Every little second like I'm bout to lose
Like I'm bout to lose like I have to choose
Middle finger in the air straight to you
My mind's got me so confused
Every little second like I'm bout to lose
Like I'm bout to lose like I have to choose
Middle finger in the air straight to you
I was born for a purpose, I feel it in my soul
If we ever met in person you should already know
To keep it real, I feel I'm wasting my potential
My mind's a fucking prison and I'm trapped within my mental
I was born in Sacramento, wanna travel the globe
But I ain't got a fucking dollar or a coat for the snow
So for now I keep my ass in sunny Northern Cal
A state that's outta control and not too many make it out
They hate me cause I'm new to this but heathen gonna be lucrative
Put me in the booth and I erupt like Mount Vesuvius
Loyalty and honor, live my life to the fullest
Cause you could make a wrong turn and be biting a bullet
They kill your ass for some bullshit, we need a graphic designer
Put your face up on a tee and send a card to your mama
Sick of problems and drama, we underground like Osama
And if you wanna hit my line don't call my phone from Obama's
And my mind's got me so confused
Every little second like I'm bout to lose
Like I'm bout to lose like I have to choose
Middle finger in the air straight to you
My mind's got me so confused
Every little second like I'm bout to lose
Like I'm bout to lose like I have to choose
Middle finger in the air straight to you
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Coward, Raghav Mathur, Wessley Johnson, Donald Antony Campbell
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