Jaden - Hope lyrics

[Jaden - Hope lyrics]

Baby girl, I just hope
When I grow up I can know the ropes
Ain't never selling my soul
Guess we won't know until we know
So all I can do is hope, hope, hope
All I can do is hope when I die leave a note
Until then I just hope, hope

I'm about to switch it on you all
My shoes are bleeding with the
Blood of Martin Luther King
These ain't no Louboutin
This is for Tuff Gong
This is for activists riding in Teflon
With a bulletproof vest on
This is for MSFTS who know that I'm serious
This is for all the delirious kids
Who can live inside a prison pyramid
There's kids in prison
Are you hearing this?
Believe me, this not a conspiracy
I don't label myself a conspiracist
I need a therapist look, Fahrenheit 451
Building Seven wasn't hit and there's
More shit to come the Pentagon is on a run
I just hope I go to Heaven
When this shit is done
Business is business, I get it
I'm just wishing all these
Prisons was not independent
Lobbyists are in the senate
Lobbying to make it obvious
Innocent people are prosecuted for a living
I talked to Juda in my vision
Your bullshit is done
I'll be Martin Luther in a minute
Once all the products in the kitchen
Why do you even get passionate
When you be spitting?
You know they don't even listen
They care about YSL for life and
Putting lean up in their fridges
And wearing crosses like they're Christian
We're playing chess and I'm the bishop
I've just ran out of ammunition baby
But I'm still on a mission
Your verses sound like dirty dishes
And that's just a joke

Well baby all I do is hope
Baby all I do is hope
I'm never selling my soul
Yeah we won't know until we know
Baby all I do is hope, hope, hope
Baby all I do is hope
When I grow up, I can know the ropes
And I'm never selling my soul
No, no, no, no, no, no
And I'm never selling my soul
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Selling my soul, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, ay, ay
I'm never selling my soul, no
Never, selling my soul, no, no, no

Gloomy, gloomy days in Calabasas
City's on the maps and
Now it's hella ratchets
MSFTS soldier with my stripes and badges
Shouldn't plug the clique
But that's just automatic
Got her number there, well what's her name?
Never hit her up, but I'm so glad to have it
In case a lonely day she'll fall upon me
I can make a call and we can share some magic
Got a psychopathic flow
I'm scared of snapping
Hit them in the back and
They don't know what happened
So subliminal that they didn't know
Smooth Criminal, call me Michael Jackson
I would die for this, a suicidal passion
You and I were simply too
Aloud to have had it
Girl, my ego had to die, ego had to fly
I'm just really glad this room is padded
Because I'm going harder than a runningback
Once I get it all, I ain't coming back
Girl I guess we'll never talk again
Well I didn't know that you wanted that
Could've left you with them other kids
Would've helped us with a lot of suffering
Now I'm hanging out with mutual friends
And they just do a lot of wandering
You want the comma, comma, comma, comma
I ain't want the drama, drama, drama, drama
Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go
Baby you're my pseudo baby mama
Me and you a gang, gang, gang, gang
No bandana, that's no problem
Feeling cooler than a fanna'
Run through where you wanna baby

Fur slips through the lobby
I can feel your body laying right beside me
Fur slips through the lobby
Girl I swear you got me i can feel your body
I can feel your real side of you
I feel your soul kiss me through the grills
Go where we go we know, we know
Know, we know, we know

Hey, Syre, who is she?
So, do you party much?

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