Sol - Penny lyrics
[Sol - Penny lyrics]
Penny for my thoughts cost money
Ready when the God come for me
You can bet the odds are against us
If livin is an Art I’m the paintbrush
Everything I love look different now
Everything I was isn’t in me now
Still a sinner no doubt -
But I’m better deep down
So I wrote you this letter -
I hope you get it somehow
Still livin He Got Game
But now I’m playing the vet
Hall of Fame with a ring say
My name with the best
You know I came for the rep
Migh have left with the check
But better bet I’ll invest
And keep the family fed
So I dance with the pen while paper burning
Feel like 1984 when the decades turning
2020 vision couldn’t save us or motivate us
How you getting Greater when you
Afraid of your own neighbor?
The wrong Amazon burning -
The wrong ICE melting
Singings songs sometimes feels slight selfish
When I see the shit my people deal with
I can only hope the music’s healing
Help the children kill the villain
Penny for my thoughts cost money
Ready when the God come for me
You can bet the odds are against us
If livin is an Art I’m the paintbrush
Looking at the world thru my lens
Always felt different than my friends
No offense
Before I got lifted by the hands of my fans
It was still written with the
Pen I’m the man, i know I am!
Can’t play a game of game
Of chicken when you dead
The game is so pimp-ish what they said?
So I’ma go get it - Momma told
Me don’t focus on on the chickens
Go live it - Get vicious
Mo’ digit's run numbers, they don’t love us
So fuck em they always want something
If I give em what they want
Never leave alone
So I’m feeling like Marvin "What’s Goin On?"
Black Star like Garvey I’m going home
Got me lifted like Marley a Rolling Stone
No Jagger tho more Jimmy with the swagger tho
Blow chimney’s but don’t have to smoke
Every summer we would scheme
It never cost money to dream - Or think
Or so we thought come pour a cup -
Look at the world through my lens
And I’ll show you whats up
Penny for my thoughts cost money (money)
Ready when the God come for me
You can bet the odds are against us
If livin is an Art I’m the paintbrush
Ready when the God come for me
You can bet the odds are against us
If livin is an Art I’m the paintbrush
Everything I love look different now
Everything I was isn’t in me now
Still a sinner no doubt -
But I’m better deep down
So I wrote you this letter -
I hope you get it somehow
Still livin He Got Game
But now I’m playing the vet
Hall of Fame with a ring say
My name with the best
You know I came for the rep
Migh have left with the check
But better bet I’ll invest
And keep the family fed
So I dance with the pen while paper burning
Feel like 1984 when the decades turning
2020 vision couldn’t save us or motivate us
How you getting Greater when you
Afraid of your own neighbor?
The wrong Amazon burning -
The wrong ICE melting
Singings songs sometimes feels slight selfish
When I see the shit my people deal with
I can only hope the music’s healing
Help the children kill the villain
Penny for my thoughts cost money
Ready when the God come for me
You can bet the odds are against us
If livin is an Art I’m the paintbrush
Looking at the world thru my lens
Always felt different than my friends
No offense
Before I got lifted by the hands of my fans
It was still written with the
Pen I’m the man, i know I am!
Can’t play a game of game
Of chicken when you dead
The game is so pimp-ish what they said?
So I’ma go get it - Momma told
Me don’t focus on on the chickens
Go live it - Get vicious
Mo’ digit's run numbers, they don’t love us
So fuck em they always want something
If I give em what they want
Never leave alone
So I’m feeling like Marvin "What’s Goin On?"
Black Star like Garvey I’m going home
Got me lifted like Marley a Rolling Stone
No Jagger tho more Jimmy with the swagger tho
Blow chimney’s but don’t have to smoke
Every summer we would scheme
It never cost money to dream - Or think
Or so we thought come pour a cup -
Look at the world through my lens
And I’ll show you whats up
Penny for my thoughts cost money (money)
Ready when the God come for me
You can bet the odds are against us
If livin is an Art I’m the paintbrush