Rehab - Miracle lyrics
[Rehab - Miracle lyrics]
A young buck stepped to me the other day
Said, "Excuse me, sir
Have you ever seen a miracle?"
Just another kid that made
A living getting trippy
With authority, apologies to some
Of 'em, not all
Not all
To list 'em all would probably be improbable
If it's not impossible without
Getting into specifics
I've done did a lot of dirt on my own
The calendar's past
You can see that through the windshield
It's all on the dash
Used to be hundreds of stories under the mats
In the floorboard but that's no more, facts
For sure
Perhaps, but then the sin in every sinner
Been all over the map and there
Is nothing new under the sun
A thunder clap, never having money to burn
Taught me there's plenty to learn
I'm funny with words
Somewhat mature, young, and sure
Listen to mine
Promise I won't come for yours
I run through a bunch of doors but
Y'all can keep the mumble bars
Get your paper, player, make a billie or more
Opie used to be Ron Howard, a Benzo was a car
How in the blue blazers we get where we are?
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I'm still feeling froggy like
I'm looking for terries
You think I was geeked up on a
Week of cocaïna and my demeanor eager
To regurgitate the words I make up in a book
My thoughts vary
Very rapidly listen and look
I took the pen to tell a story
How I grab the key and peeled
Artistic freedom
Don't need me to keep it real
Not the one to preach, just scribbling
My observations, consternation on my face
We all need some conformation
That our current position in life
Is the proper situation
Hold time hate for competition
Waiting like cheddar in a rat trap
Tense, ready to snap, although I'm the cat
Really into bridging the
Gaps, whatever clever
I'm quick
To kill a track with filler, no to step
On any Filas, don't feel a way, fella, okay?
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I know a savage that walked down
The aisle of a church
And dropped off all of his heavy baggage
The stone heart soften till
The point of tears
A smile on the face that
Couldn't look in the mirror
That mess became a message, yes sir
Test became a testimony, yes sir
Liar and a thief with the world had beef
Now when he speaks, nothing phony
Clean up his speech, quit talking BS
And now he telling young homies
The streets are bologna
I know a criminal that became a pastor
And that's when I told
Him, "Long story short
Yeah"
Said, "Excuse me, sir
Have you ever seen a miracle?"
Just another kid that made
A living getting trippy
With authority, apologies to some
Of 'em, not all
Not all
To list 'em all would probably be improbable
If it's not impossible without
Getting into specifics
I've done did a lot of dirt on my own
The calendar's past
You can see that through the windshield
It's all on the dash
Used to be hundreds of stories under the mats
In the floorboard but that's no more, facts
For sure
Perhaps, but then the sin in every sinner
Been all over the map and there
Is nothing new under the sun
A thunder clap, never having money to burn
Taught me there's plenty to learn
I'm funny with words
Somewhat mature, young, and sure
Listen to mine
Promise I won't come for yours
I run through a bunch of doors but
Y'all can keep the mumble bars
Get your paper, player, make a billie or more
Opie used to be Ron Howard, a Benzo was a car
How in the blue blazers we get where we are?
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I'm still feeling froggy like
I'm looking for terries
You think I was geeked up on a
Week of cocaïna and my demeanor eager
To regurgitate the words I make up in a book
My thoughts vary
Very rapidly listen and look
I took the pen to tell a story
How I grab the key and peeled
Artistic freedom
Don't need me to keep it real
Not the one to preach, just scribbling
My observations, consternation on my face
We all need some conformation
That our current position in life
Is the proper situation
Hold time hate for competition
Waiting like cheddar in a rat trap
Tense, ready to snap, although I'm the cat
Really into bridging the
Gaps, whatever clever
I'm quick
To kill a track with filler, no to step
On any Filas, don't feel a way, fella, okay?
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I know a criminal that became a pastor
I know a drug addict that
Kicked the dirty habit
I got a homeboy walking around town right now
With a 22 round still up in his cabbage
I know a savage that walked down
The aisle of a church
And dropped off all of his heavy baggage
The stone heart soften till
The point of tears
A smile on the face that
Couldn't look in the mirror
That mess became a message, yes sir
Test became a testimony, yes sir
Liar and a thief with the world had beef
Now when he speaks, nothing phony
Clean up his speech, quit talking BS
And now he telling young homies
The streets are bologna
I know a criminal that became a pastor
And that's when I told
Him, "Long story short
Yeah"