Oncue - Your Own Supply lyrics
[Oncue - Your Own Supply lyrics]
(Wake up
You're getting high on your own supply
Oh, baby, yeah, yeah
You're still alive when you could of died
Oho)
I know I've been wrong before
But, I know I'm not this time
Since I was young I learned to endure
I'm gon' get by just fine
I know how I sound is a conundrum
And my background, and where I come from
I'm the unsung hero for the undone
So I'ma keep going till the funds come
And my lungs run out, so far gone
Out on the couch
Making it rain for making it drought
Smoking on kush, drinking on OJ
I've been ready baby, fuck all this foreplay
Try'n get on, bring all my hombre's
Every time I hit west forums they all know me
All started when I sampled some Coldplay
Then flipped Chili Peppers, finally got it
Okay
I know I got this bright future ahead of me
Try to knock them out
Feed the bitch amphetamines
I love this shit more than Rocky loves Emily
Feels like the worlds on
My back-round heavily
At least from my perspective
Hand you a classic, y'all neglect it
Can't say nothing, I know you respect it
Needle's on the record, now it's infected
I'm gone
(Wake up you getting high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you're still alive
When you could've died, oho)
I know I've been wrong before
But, I know I'm not this time
Since I was young I learned to endure
I'm gonna get by just fine
Skin ain't tatted, one thing I mastered
Never put more than one egg in a basket
If you put two, then it could turn tragic
Knock me down, up an hour later, back at it
Never been the type to snort
Never in the crack spot
Only reason on the court
You the fucking mascot
Ain't letting us in, prying of the padlock
I just want some titties
Palm trees in my backdrop
'Bout to burn this up
Bare feet on the blacktop
Miles ahead of them
But I don't like to brag a lot
I think it's evident
'bout to make all of y'all irrelevant
"How does it feel to be ill?"
That's what they ask of me
I'm too real, I simply reply
Yo it's God's will
No looking back, 'bout to catch flack
Cause I don't sound white
They say I sound black
And I know it, sticks and stones hurt
My pride won't let me show it
I know every dumb blurred year
They gonna quote it, bring it on
I'm ready for anything, game face on like a
Faithful man's wedding ring
(Wake up you getting high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you're still alive when
You could of died, oho)
I know I've been wrong before
But, I know I'm not this time
Since I was young I learned to endure
I'm gonna get by just fine
You're getting high on your own supply
Oh, baby, yeah, yeah
You're still alive when you could of died
Oho)
I know I've been wrong before
But, I know I'm not this time
Since I was young I learned to endure
I'm gon' get by just fine
I know how I sound is a conundrum
And my background, and where I come from
I'm the unsung hero for the undone
So I'ma keep going till the funds come
And my lungs run out, so far gone
Out on the couch
Making it rain for making it drought
Smoking on kush, drinking on OJ
I've been ready baby, fuck all this foreplay
Try'n get on, bring all my hombre's
Every time I hit west forums they all know me
All started when I sampled some Coldplay
Then flipped Chili Peppers, finally got it
Okay
I know I got this bright future ahead of me
Try to knock them out
Feed the bitch amphetamines
I love this shit more than Rocky loves Emily
Feels like the worlds on
My back-round heavily
At least from my perspective
Hand you a classic, y'all neglect it
Can't say nothing, I know you respect it
Needle's on the record, now it's infected
I'm gone
(Wake up you getting high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you're still alive
When you could've died, oho)
I know I've been wrong before
But, I know I'm not this time
Since I was young I learned to endure
I'm gonna get by just fine
Skin ain't tatted, one thing I mastered
Never put more than one egg in a basket
If you put two, then it could turn tragic
Knock me down, up an hour later, back at it
Never been the type to snort
Never in the crack spot
Only reason on the court
You the fucking mascot
Ain't letting us in, prying of the padlock
I just want some titties
Palm trees in my backdrop
'Bout to burn this up
Bare feet on the blacktop
Miles ahead of them
But I don't like to brag a lot
I think it's evident
'bout to make all of y'all irrelevant
"How does it feel to be ill?"
That's what they ask of me
I'm too real, I simply reply
Yo it's God's will
No looking back, 'bout to catch flack
Cause I don't sound white
They say I sound black
And I know it, sticks and stones hurt
My pride won't let me show it
I know every dumb blurred year
They gonna quote it, bring it on
I'm ready for anything, game face on like a
Faithful man's wedding ring
(Wake up you getting high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you're still alive when
You could of died, oho)
I know I've been wrong before
But, I know I'm not this time
Since I was young I learned to endure
I'm gonna get by just fine