Sideshow - PROCESS Of PROGRESS letra de (lyrics)
[Sideshow - PROCESS Of PROGRESS letra de lyrics]
Free my brother
Shout out my mother, my father, my sister
My brother aye aye
Aight
I lost some brothers in the process
I'm making progress
Nothing personal, I'm just doing
A little business, man
Paid the price to be a businessman
But it don't mean the trauma on my mind less
I be smacked all the time, vexxed
Cause the swine kill my kind
I be keeping different contexts
This is kind you can get anytime, this
The kind that you insult me like
To go to combat with
You see I be talking big shit
But on my Theo Roosеvelt
I be walking with a big stick
30s, 50s, 100 round clips
This that "gun you down shit"
This that "run you out of town"
This that "make yo mamma frown"
Thе one you shouldn't be around
This that give me his address
We gon' making run around
Bases, shooting all faces
Thought I wouldn't make it
Through the bullshit, I went around it
The great clouds in my mind
Turn to beautiful surroundings
Could've died a long time ago
Say that as reminder
That every moment precious, stay grateful
Stay grounded
You could be under the ground, it's
All about perspective
A million bands, that's the real objective
Do the math, that's a billion man
I met this bitch at brunch
I think she Brazilian man
Got a lil' nice Brazilian tan
Shout out my mother, my father, my sister
My brother aye aye
Aight
I lost some brothers in the process
I'm making progress
Nothing personal, I'm just doing
A little business, man
Paid the price to be a businessman
But it don't mean the trauma on my mind less
I be smacked all the time, vexxed
Cause the swine kill my kind
I be keeping different contexts
This is kind you can get anytime, this
The kind that you insult me like
To go to combat with
You see I be talking big shit
But on my Theo Roosеvelt
I be walking with a big stick
30s, 50s, 100 round clips
This that "gun you down shit"
This that "run you out of town"
This that "make yo mamma frown"
Thе one you shouldn't be around
This that give me his address
We gon' making run around
Bases, shooting all faces
Thought I wouldn't make it
Through the bullshit, I went around it
The great clouds in my mind
Turn to beautiful surroundings
Could've died a long time ago
Say that as reminder
That every moment precious, stay grateful
Stay grounded
You could be under the ground, it's
All about perspective
A million bands, that's the real objective
Do the math, that's a billion man
I met this bitch at brunch
I think she Brazilian man
Got a lil' nice Brazilian tan