Anonymuz - Sundown lyrics
[Anonymuz - Sundown lyrics]
Stargazing
Quiet even though my heart's racing
South Beach, right around Art Basel
Wonder when things gon' start changing
I need Obama back
I feel like I need a trauma pack
For my psyche I might need a hollow tip
Shorty calling, I might need to call her back
I see all of y'all asking the same thing
What is life for a nigga like me?
Everybody wanna be the friend that I want
But don't nobody wanna be the
Friend that I need
Everybody tryna see end of my peace
But ain't nobody tryna see the
End of my piece
Maybe fake shit was the lesson I need
Maybe tryna face shit was a better idea
(Maybe not) but, I don't know
Whole world made a nigga monotone
Then wanna judge me off the
Cover of my novel so i just deal with it
Next week I might feel different
Talk shit, might be real friction
Been that way for a lil' minute, so
What I'ma do? Blood on my shoes
Blood on my blood blood in the booth
Blood in my cup blood in my roots
Blood in my love blood in my fruit
Too much of anything is dangerous
Two cups of Henny please, the pain with us
New Chucks can never ease the pain, brother
New love don't ever feel the same
Does it? Damn i don't fuck with a lot of
People I grew up with i was on the grind
They was on some dumb shit
I was on the dime, they was on some dub shit
I don't wanna rhyme when
I'm off the substance
I just wanna find something I can fuck with
I just want a sign that I'm
Not up out my mind
'Cause, I'm all about my grind
I can't watch the sunset
People tryna sleep on me, it feel like
I'm living in prison in real life
I think about ending it, still might
A little percent of me see
The bitch in your energy
And a little percent of me feel like
There ain't no karma
So why I'm so amazed when it ain't no honor
Code but I feel the same, boy
I ain't no father sun down
(You already know what the fuck goin' on)
Sun down (It's no threat, bitch)
Sun down (Ain't no motherfuckin' threat
Not now or ever) yeah, sun down
(Fuck out here if you ain't rappin'
You know what the fuck goin' on) yeah
(Red X on my skin, nigga, this war paint
Bitch)
Quiet even though my heart's racing
South Beach, right around Art Basel
Wonder when things gon' start changing
I need Obama back
I feel like I need a trauma pack
For my psyche I might need a hollow tip
Shorty calling, I might need to call her back
I see all of y'all asking the same thing
What is life for a nigga like me?
Everybody wanna be the friend that I want
But don't nobody wanna be the
Friend that I need
Everybody tryna see end of my peace
But ain't nobody tryna see the
End of my piece
Maybe fake shit was the lesson I need
Maybe tryna face shit was a better idea
(Maybe not) but, I don't know
Whole world made a nigga monotone
Then wanna judge me off the
Cover of my novel so i just deal with it
Next week I might feel different
Talk shit, might be real friction
Been that way for a lil' minute, so
What I'ma do? Blood on my shoes
Blood on my blood blood in the booth
Blood in my cup blood in my roots
Blood in my love blood in my fruit
Too much of anything is dangerous
Two cups of Henny please, the pain with us
New Chucks can never ease the pain, brother
New love don't ever feel the same
Does it? Damn i don't fuck with a lot of
People I grew up with i was on the grind
They was on some dumb shit
I was on the dime, they was on some dub shit
I don't wanna rhyme when
I'm off the substance
I just wanna find something I can fuck with
I just want a sign that I'm
Not up out my mind
'Cause, I'm all about my grind
I can't watch the sunset
People tryna sleep on me, it feel like
I'm living in prison in real life
I think about ending it, still might
A little percent of me see
The bitch in your energy
And a little percent of me feel like
There ain't no karma
So why I'm so amazed when it ain't no honor
Code but I feel the same, boy
I ain't no father sun down
(You already know what the fuck goin' on)
Sun down (It's no threat, bitch)
Sun down (Ain't no motherfuckin' threat
Not now or ever) yeah, sun down
(Fuck out here if you ain't rappin'
You know what the fuck goin' on) yeah
(Red X on my skin, nigga, this war paint
Bitch)