Chill Songtext
von Alex Wiley
Chill Songtext
Don′t believe in the system of time
Always ahead, I'm never behind
With these elegant lines
I bless the minds and bless all of mine
I search for what I never can find
Out of the box, never confined
As the best die or resign
This spot I′ll take the top, it's mine
They tell me to chill but I don't like the cold
Telling me things that I already know
Saying that liquor is bad for my soul
They tell me to chill but I don′t like the cold
Telling me things that I already know
Saying that weed is bad for my soul
They tell me to chill but I don′t like the cold
Looking so young, feeling so old
Liquor and weed smoke all on my clothes
Fuck, I hope my momma don't know
Cause then that′s when all the drama gon' go
Crazy, cuckoo, so bananas
I′m just an artist painting art, can't you see my canvas?
Take a look at me, better yet, gon′ take a picture
Fuck the bitches, fuck the money
Cause when you gone you can't take it with ya
I've been reading scriptures
Paint like a young Bob Ross
Everything I touch turn into gold
Music is medicine for your soul
Take another teaspoon, nigga don′t be rude
I′m only helping you
Cause what they shoving you is bad for your health
Meditation for spiritual wealth
Damn, I'm just tryna get rich, well shit, ain′t we all?
They murdering, not only in Ferguson
All over the globe
Niggas kill niggas with weapons and over the stove
I'm tired of killing my own
They tell me to chill, but how can I do it?
When you smarter than them it′s hard to play stupid
I refuse to play stupid
Nigga start revolution, get up and fight
Nigga fight for your rights, nigga fight for what's right
Kill off the hate, what else can I say?
I′m the son of the great, all of us great
What the fuck is this race that we all running?
Swear to Allah that it's all nothing
I'm just being real, how you feel?
Tell ′em that the AC broke
Every time a nigga joke, telling me to chill
No pocket deep, not the type to pop a piece
Riding in my zone, ducking, dodging the apocalypse
Riding in my own, finding what this world has got for me
Divide us into zones and complain about dichotomy
But I′ma let the music come first
I'ma let your feelings die down for a while
Then I′ma hit you up and converse
About all the crazy times we had when I was a child
Now I'ma have to carry this weight
I′ma have to carry this burden alone now
I know I done made some mistakes
But I stay committed to the path
And it's too late to turn around
Always ahead, I'm never behind
With these elegant lines
I bless the minds and bless all of mine
I search for what I never can find
Out of the box, never confined
As the best die or resign
This spot I′ll take the top, it's mine
They tell me to chill but I don't like the cold
Telling me things that I already know
Saying that liquor is bad for my soul
They tell me to chill but I don′t like the cold
Telling me things that I already know
Saying that weed is bad for my soul
They tell me to chill but I don′t like the cold
Looking so young, feeling so old
Liquor and weed smoke all on my clothes
Fuck, I hope my momma don't know
Cause then that′s when all the drama gon' go
Crazy, cuckoo, so bananas
I′m just an artist painting art, can't you see my canvas?
Take a look at me, better yet, gon′ take a picture
Fuck the bitches, fuck the money
Cause when you gone you can't take it with ya
I've been reading scriptures
Paint like a young Bob Ross
Everything I touch turn into gold
Music is medicine for your soul
Take another teaspoon, nigga don′t be rude
I′m only helping you
Cause what they shoving you is bad for your health
Meditation for spiritual wealth
Damn, I'm just tryna get rich, well shit, ain′t we all?
They murdering, not only in Ferguson
All over the globe
Niggas kill niggas with weapons and over the stove
I'm tired of killing my own
They tell me to chill, but how can I do it?
When you smarter than them it′s hard to play stupid
I refuse to play stupid
Nigga start revolution, get up and fight
Nigga fight for your rights, nigga fight for what's right
Kill off the hate, what else can I say?
I′m the son of the great, all of us great
What the fuck is this race that we all running?
Swear to Allah that it's all nothing
I'm just being real, how you feel?
Tell ′em that the AC broke
Every time a nigga joke, telling me to chill
No pocket deep, not the type to pop a piece
Riding in my zone, ducking, dodging the apocalypse
Riding in my own, finding what this world has got for me
Divide us into zones and complain about dichotomy
But I′ma let the music come first
I'ma let your feelings die down for a while
Then I′ma hit you up and converse
About all the crazy times we had when I was a child
Now I'ma have to carry this weight
I′ma have to carry this burden alone now
I know I done made some mistakes
But I stay committed to the path
And it's too late to turn around
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