Promoe - Bloodsugar lyrics

It go "all jokes aside and
All the funny flows"
People runnin' high but my
Blood sugar runnin' low
Singing sad songs like "Where Did
All the Lovin' Go"
Like, where did all the lovin' go?
Well, let me start it off proper
From the top of the last
Tour with my Looptroop Rockers
And we brought the fan with us
Drove around a?cannabus?
Some might consider glamorous
But that ain't how it really felt
Wakin' up in parking lots in Bielefeld
But the deal was delt so I played
My cards but I need yo' help
I said I need yo' help
'Cause life ain't nothin' but a hustle
Lot of rappers say that, but they ain't
Plain thirst and I ain't cussed, so
Talkin' 'bout the funk in they trunk
People down in? still talk about
The?wieder funk im mein?
Plus ain't no showers after the show
The sweat stench still thick
Hours after we go
The same outfit twenty-two shows in a row
With no washing machine
(sorry if I'm mashing yo' dream)

But, it's one for the camera
Two for the flash
So much for glamour, it's all for the cash
Talk to my tour manager, I know I'm an a
With so much s I can't handle
I'm runnin' on my last
Energy reserves and I cannot be disturbed
Little things get on my nerves
Man I cannot be concerned
With all the pettiness
On my rousing way up to the top
Then I fall flat on my face
When my blood sugar drops

4 o'clock PM, I wake up and get dressed and
Step out of the bus into
The streets of Dresden
Waking my way to the backstage catering
Grabbin' a plate of things
Checking on the state of things
If I can't find my soy milk, I'm boiling over
I met one too many of these toy promoters
Blamin' somebody else when it's
They own responsibility
You ain't even read the bottom, man
This headache's fin' killin' me
And now we at a standstill
The sound is so bad
All I wanna do is cancel
But we travelled far
Now we here and the fans will
Blame us for being too famous
'cause entertainers are are supposed to be
Happy and keep laughing
While they singin' and rappin'
No matter the circumstances
That's a "thing of the past"-me
We allies with professional craftsmen
Invoking questions and answers
(confessions in anthems)

Like, one for the camera, two for the flash
So much for glamour, it's all for the cash
Talk to my tour manager, I know I'm an a
With so much s I can't handle
I'm runnin' on my last
Energy reserves and I cannot be disturbed
Little things get on my nerves
Man I cannot be concerned
With all the pettiness
On my rousing way up to the top
Then I fall flat on my face
When my blood sugar drops

It's the airport in Frankfurt and as
Far as my eyes can see
They don't care for my kind 'cause
Ain' nuttin' a? can eat
Now, security check, a few minutes left
Then we off and we up and away
But they the man of respect, "what's that
On your neck?", take it off
Let us all set a way
Got it from my girlfriend
It's worth an enormous lot to me
She found it in the mountains
It's an empty harmless shell
But I guess the monotony
Of the woman breathing or is
She just a uniform
Is she a human being or an alien life form?
Regardless, it causes her to be
On a power trip
Why would she blow an hour trip?
(I don't know) but, I guess it's obvious
She's one annoying sonovab
She looks turned on, twitchin'
Shakin' from having my picture taken
Fingerprints, I'm thinkin'
What kind of money this b is making a month
And now I'm hatin' this cunt
Then I stop myself
What has happened since I'm
So blatant and blunt?
How did I get this bitter, hell
My mama taught me better
Blinded by rage from my low blood
Sugar level reqruited by the devil
It's one for the security camera
Two for the tax
Anti-terror propaganda, it's all for the cash
They always wanna search my bag like
I was wearing a mask
And to them I guess I'm bendin' head up my a