Isaiah Rashad - Hurt Cobaine lyrics
[Isaiah Rashad - Hurt Cobaine lyrics]
Brain: These Dre beats are
Too fucking good bro, they too clear
Rashad: Shut Up, get out my head
Brain: They make a nigga insecure and shit
Rashad: get out my head
Brain: Ima put my glasses on–
Rashad: Get out my fucking head…Shit
Brain: Im drunk– rashad: No I’m not–
Brain: I have recorded every song for
This motherfucker drunk as hell–
Rashad: No I haven’t–
Brain: Or at least partially intoxicated
Or a little high…oh fuck the police too–
Rashad: Okay
And I will never grow up
I'm a grown ass kid
I swear that I should be locked up
For stupid shit that I did
From fucking with Bree, to rolling on E
But it inspired all these verses
That's flowing from me
I got Aquemini up in my tape deck
The art of storytelling
So compelling when you face it
This liberation
Antwan Patton taught me the basics
This forty, oldy, dopey, oh
Suppose you'll never make it
From your comfort zone
You so scary fucking complacent
Man these niggas losers
And they see this dark ass
Tint and wanna pull us
Over so they can search us, camera, yes sir
I purchased
I live right up the street, I'm black
Ie i'm worthless
And I was slinging my penis
I'm just learning the meaning
Of "Keep it safe with a rubber"
These bitches playing and scheming
I'm smoking out of my demons
I'm hoping momma don't see this
Me living my life by the
Day and downplaying my genius like goddamn
Will I go out like lead singers in rock bands
I think that suicide is
Closer than mic stands when I say that
Know that I'm meaning that you can fight
For you dreams
But losers stand in between it
Am I gonna fall to my fears
Or shall I conqueror my kingdom
Some days we make it happen
Some days we playing dreamers
I wonder if daddy miss me
Sometimes I scream fuck 'em
But I wonder if he miss me
Sometimes I roll another
And I go to the store
Plastic cup and my henny
I ain't tripping on hoes, you can have it
There's plenty
She was cheating on me and play
Me off like it's really
A consequence of my actions
Like I drove you to sinning
And you a bitch, and even when
You say you love me, you a bitch
I pray you crash like Caroline into a ditch
And then I pray you make
It out without a stitch
Sometimes I pray for miracles like they exist
I question faith, I question God
I got a list of all my woes and all my lows
I give you this
What would you do if you
Whole world felt like
It was crashing down everyday you woke up?
(Pieces of a Kid)
I hate this shit, you got me now?
You call me its Pieces of a Kid
Too fucking good bro, they too clear
Rashad: Shut Up, get out my head
Brain: They make a nigga insecure and shit
Rashad: get out my head
Brain: Ima put my glasses on–
Rashad: Get out my fucking head…Shit
Brain: Im drunk– rashad: No I’m not–
Brain: I have recorded every song for
This motherfucker drunk as hell–
Rashad: No I haven’t–
Brain: Or at least partially intoxicated
Or a little high…oh fuck the police too–
Rashad: Okay
And I will never grow up
I'm a grown ass kid
I swear that I should be locked up
For stupid shit that I did
From fucking with Bree, to rolling on E
But it inspired all these verses
That's flowing from me
I got Aquemini up in my tape deck
The art of storytelling
So compelling when you face it
This liberation
Antwan Patton taught me the basics
This forty, oldy, dopey, oh
Suppose you'll never make it
From your comfort zone
You so scary fucking complacent
Man these niggas losers
And they see this dark ass
Tint and wanna pull us
Over so they can search us, camera, yes sir
I purchased
I live right up the street, I'm black
Ie i'm worthless
And I was slinging my penis
I'm just learning the meaning
Of "Keep it safe with a rubber"
These bitches playing and scheming
I'm smoking out of my demons
I'm hoping momma don't see this
Me living my life by the
Day and downplaying my genius like goddamn
Will I go out like lead singers in rock bands
I think that suicide is
Closer than mic stands when I say that
Know that I'm meaning that you can fight
For you dreams
But losers stand in between it
Am I gonna fall to my fears
Or shall I conqueror my kingdom
Some days we make it happen
Some days we playing dreamers
I wonder if daddy miss me
Sometimes I scream fuck 'em
But I wonder if he miss me
Sometimes I roll another
And I go to the store
Plastic cup and my henny
I ain't tripping on hoes, you can have it
There's plenty
She was cheating on me and play
Me off like it's really
A consequence of my actions
Like I drove you to sinning
And you a bitch, and even when
You say you love me, you a bitch
I pray you crash like Caroline into a ditch
And then I pray you make
It out without a stitch
Sometimes I pray for miracles like they exist
I question faith, I question God
I got a list of all my woes and all my lows
I give you this
What would you do if you
Whole world felt like
It was crashing down everyday you woke up?
(Pieces of a Kid)
I hate this shit, you got me now?
You call me its Pieces of a Kid