Quadeca - Tropical Bars lyrics
[Quadeca - Tropical Bars lyrics]
It's a new year, got a new feelin'
I'ma do some numbers growin'
Through the ceilin'
All these super-villains, they
Need supervision
Tryna use my vision to improve they rhythm
But they off-beat
I stay in the pocket like a
Bitch's wallet in a business office
Man, I put it out, and
Ain't no limit stoppin'
Tryna finish projects 'fore I'm in a coffin
Call that legacy, I got so many
Things waitin' ahead of me, tryna be seventy
Feelin' like twenty-three, no one
Can get to me, i'm
Tryna blow they minds before they blow mine
Kennedy blow some rhymes before they're no
Lines left in me
Open minds so they can all shine next to me
And when I make it out here alive, I doubt
They're inspired, but when I'm
Always winnin', man, i don't mind jealousy
You know I gotta stop all of
The braggin' shit, so many haters
SMH the acronym
Tryna get a couple, "OMG"'s or a, "WTF
He is so sexy"
I got no Bentley, beat is so deadly
Walked up to the rap club, no entry
And I feel a little like I won't get
Seen, 'cause I'm so white, won't fight
Don't get me 'Cause I'm comin' at this
Music with a different
Set of ideas, tryna build my own crib
Like it's IKEA
Here's a pro-tip: take no tips from
People who ain't pros yet
Bitches always so stressed
'Cause they tryna find that great
Escape, nation of dreamers
All tryna stay awake
Everyday, I'm gettin' up to
808's, day-to day hustle
Just tryna pave a way
People with the problems always
Give the most advice, like-
Why don't you sort your own life?
Don't come close to mine i'm mostly fine
So please leave me alone to whine
And, next time you talkin' shit
Please bring me an open mind
'Cause people lockin' they own
Ideas in straitjackets
I'm David Blaine's magic
I'm helpin' you break past it
I'm tryin' to raise havoc
Not tryin' to stay savage
Tryin' to make balance while
Findin' my great passion
I'm climbin' to get up
This while witnessin' injustice
By who people in love with or
Based off of skin colors
This shit is so disgustin'
I'm seein' it in public
I'm tryin' to make sense of
It here in the discussions
And I close my eyes and go to sleep
Waitin' until they notice me
Waitin' till my creations are
Makin' everything so complete
My thoughts are scattered
I find lots of patterns
I try not to let it get my plots in ashes
The system is givin' them two paths like
"Choose that" i'm turnin' my bruised back
Say "Fuck it" to boot straps
I'm wearin' my own shoes through that
Huge path ahead of me
One that I'm tryin' to pave
With the new rap celebrity
Sometimes, the superficial is somethin'
That's so enticing
Something that's so inviting, I gotta
Show when it's biting, yeah
Tropical bars, man, yeah
That's all I really needed to say, yeah
I'ma do some numbers growin'
Through the ceilin'
All these super-villains, they
Need supervision
Tryna use my vision to improve they rhythm
But they off-beat
I stay in the pocket like a
Bitch's wallet in a business office
Man, I put it out, and
Ain't no limit stoppin'
Tryna finish projects 'fore I'm in a coffin
Call that legacy, I got so many
Things waitin' ahead of me, tryna be seventy
Feelin' like twenty-three, no one
Can get to me, i'm
Tryna blow they minds before they blow mine
Kennedy blow some rhymes before they're no
Lines left in me
Open minds so they can all shine next to me
And when I make it out here alive, I doubt
They're inspired, but when I'm
Always winnin', man, i don't mind jealousy
You know I gotta stop all of
The braggin' shit, so many haters
SMH the acronym
Tryna get a couple, "OMG"'s or a, "WTF
He is so sexy"
I got no Bentley, beat is so deadly
Walked up to the rap club, no entry
And I feel a little like I won't get
Seen, 'cause I'm so white, won't fight
Don't get me 'Cause I'm comin' at this
Music with a different
Set of ideas, tryna build my own crib
Like it's IKEA
Here's a pro-tip: take no tips from
People who ain't pros yet
Bitches always so stressed
'Cause they tryna find that great
Escape, nation of dreamers
All tryna stay awake
Everyday, I'm gettin' up to
808's, day-to day hustle
Just tryna pave a way
People with the problems always
Give the most advice, like-
Why don't you sort your own life?
Don't come close to mine i'm mostly fine
So please leave me alone to whine
And, next time you talkin' shit
Please bring me an open mind
'Cause people lockin' they own
Ideas in straitjackets
I'm David Blaine's magic
I'm helpin' you break past it
I'm tryin' to raise havoc
Not tryin' to stay savage
Tryin' to make balance while
Findin' my great passion
I'm climbin' to get up
This while witnessin' injustice
By who people in love with or
Based off of skin colors
This shit is so disgustin'
I'm seein' it in public
I'm tryin' to make sense of
It here in the discussions
And I close my eyes and go to sleep
Waitin' until they notice me
Waitin' till my creations are
Makin' everything so complete
My thoughts are scattered
I find lots of patterns
I try not to let it get my plots in ashes
The system is givin' them two paths like
"Choose that" i'm turnin' my bruised back
Say "Fuck it" to boot straps
I'm wearin' my own shoes through that
Huge path ahead of me
One that I'm tryin' to pave
With the new rap celebrity
Sometimes, the superficial is somethin'
That's so enticing
Something that's so inviting, I gotta
Show when it's biting, yeah
Tropical bars, man, yeah
That's all I really needed to say, yeah