Bekon - Get With The Times lyrics
[Bekon - Get With The Times lyrics]
It could be a sign
Two toned truths make black and
White so hard to find
Why'd she have to change her mind?
Ooh, she wants to get away
One-way ticket to a holiday
To get with the times
Tell me what am I doing here?
When I go to my homeboy crib
Why I always feel blue in here?
Why I always feel ruined here?
Why I feel like
Every time I'm proud of something I did
I can't tell you and hear?
Yeah, buddy, I can tell you in fear
Being inferior
You'd rather walk to the store
Than get in my car
You jealous of the interior
I wish we all had one
I'm bein' so sincer-ior
Why is it you think I work hard?
I get up, we get up prayers up, Jesus up
Raise us up, we need ya
These are just some things
I think about often
Some stand in line for Supreme, but
Some stand in line 'cuz
They starving for food
Can't get no medicine and they
Can't stop the coughin'
You think you down on your luck when
It's hard for you to find parking
I'm guilty just as much
I can't say shit and make a fuss
I always want the new shit and
Money like I'm on angel dust
Thankfully, all the angels was watching me
This shit dangerous
Wrestlin' with demons in red
White and blue like Kurt Angle
'Cuz this country always target me subtly
Making me wonder, what am I doing here?
God Bless America none of y'all love me
But your children, they love my culture
My kicks and my rugbies
But the parents get afraid when
They see images of me
America says, "Save your money"
Mama, I wanna buy Nike
Grandma says start a family
Try to get you a wifey
But I wanna drive Porsche
And my wrist to be icy
Could be a sign that we're fading away
Welcome to the place where nothing's for ya
Ooh such a pretty face
Had to go to waste so you could have it all
Now there's nothing left at all
Take me away to a place that makes
Me feel like California, ooh
Just a little taste takes the pain away
So we could live a lie
Before it takes our life
So get with the times, ooh, ooh, aah, ha
Grab your pistol and get in the ride
I ain't messin' with you
You ain't pickin' a side
Need a new liver, no liquor in mind
I know I'm drunk off of sipping my pride
Why can't we let it go?
Do we need to show our destiny?
This sound like when skulls crack
And leave the gray matter
Standing next to me
My mind, bulletproof glass, boy
Can't shatter my soul get with the times
Sworn to a code, but it ain't data
My body made me leave my
Soulmate if that thing fatter
A voice told me
Could be a sign
Two toned truths make black and
White so hard to find
Why'd she have to change her mind?
Ooh, she wants to get away
One-way ticket to a holiday
To get with the times
Yeah, we're fading away
Welcome to the place where nothing's for ya
Ooh such a pretty face
Had to go to waste so you could have it all
Now there's nothing left at all
Take me away to a place that makes
Me feel like California, ooh
Just a little taste takes the pain away
So we could live a lie
Before it takes our life
So get with the times, ooh, ooh, aah, ha
Two toned truths make black and
White so hard to find
Why'd she have to change her mind?
Ooh, she wants to get away
One-way ticket to a holiday
To get with the times
Tell me what am I doing here?
When I go to my homeboy crib
Why I always feel blue in here?
Why I always feel ruined here?
Why I feel like
Every time I'm proud of something I did
I can't tell you and hear?
Yeah, buddy, I can tell you in fear
Being inferior
You'd rather walk to the store
Than get in my car
You jealous of the interior
I wish we all had one
I'm bein' so sincer-ior
Why is it you think I work hard?
I get up, we get up prayers up, Jesus up
Raise us up, we need ya
These are just some things
I think about often
Some stand in line for Supreme, but
Some stand in line 'cuz
They starving for food
Can't get no medicine and they
Can't stop the coughin'
You think you down on your luck when
It's hard for you to find parking
I'm guilty just as much
I can't say shit and make a fuss
I always want the new shit and
Money like I'm on angel dust
Thankfully, all the angels was watching me
This shit dangerous
Wrestlin' with demons in red
White and blue like Kurt Angle
'Cuz this country always target me subtly
Making me wonder, what am I doing here?
God Bless America none of y'all love me
But your children, they love my culture
My kicks and my rugbies
But the parents get afraid when
They see images of me
America says, "Save your money"
Mama, I wanna buy Nike
Grandma says start a family
Try to get you a wifey
But I wanna drive Porsche
And my wrist to be icy
Could be a sign that we're fading away
Welcome to the place where nothing's for ya
Ooh such a pretty face
Had to go to waste so you could have it all
Now there's nothing left at all
Take me away to a place that makes
Me feel like California, ooh
Just a little taste takes the pain away
So we could live a lie
Before it takes our life
So get with the times, ooh, ooh, aah, ha
Grab your pistol and get in the ride
I ain't messin' with you
You ain't pickin' a side
Need a new liver, no liquor in mind
I know I'm drunk off of sipping my pride
Why can't we let it go?
Do we need to show our destiny?
This sound like when skulls crack
And leave the gray matter
Standing next to me
My mind, bulletproof glass, boy
Can't shatter my soul get with the times
Sworn to a code, but it ain't data
My body made me leave my
Soulmate if that thing fatter
A voice told me
Could be a sign
Two toned truths make black and
White so hard to find
Why'd she have to change her mind?
Ooh, she wants to get away
One-way ticket to a holiday
To get with the times
Yeah, we're fading away
Welcome to the place where nothing's for ya
Ooh such a pretty face
Had to go to waste so you could have it all
Now there's nothing left at all
Take me away to a place that makes
Me feel like California, ooh
Just a little taste takes the pain away
So we could live a lie
Before it takes our life
So get with the times, ooh, ooh, aah, ha