Supastition - Expectations lyrics
[Supastition - Expectations lyrics]
Man, sometimes when you ask for
The most basic things it’s
Almost like you’re asking for too much
Is it really a crime to
Ask for good music, good women
Good friends? Sometimes
You don’t wanna settle for less
You just want what you
Want nothing more, nothing less
The other day I heard a
Song from my favorite group
Shameful how they were basically chasing loot
They replaced all the sample
Based breaks and loops
With cheap keyboard beats
It was disgraceful dude
I had to face the truth, it ain’t the 90’s
Brothers were grimey, tough acts to follow
I tried listening but all my favorite rappers
They made a transition into
Acting and fashion models
Damn, who ain’t trying to be Denzel?
Who just wanna express the music within self?
Who wanna be a true musician?
See a few fists in the air screaming
"yeah" from the few dudes listening
Artists who were truly cherished
Are now perishing
The ones left are generic embarrassments
That ain’t arrogance
Yo I’m speaking as a fan
Anybody with a decent pair
Of speakers understands
I just wanna hear a lyricist killing it
Period
He ain’t gotta change fucking lives man
I’m serious
Dope rhymes over sick production is
All I really ask for cut and dry
Give me something I feel
Good music is all I ask for
Something authentic, genuine, real
That’s all I really need
I won’t ask for more
As long as I just get the basics
That’s just my expectations
That’s just my, that’s just my
That’s just my expectations
The other night I was talking
To a female associate
Openly and honestly ‘cause we’re
Real and closely knit
We discussed how relationships falter
And how some of our friends
Have raced to the alter
She glanced down at the ring on my hand
And asked "Supa
Would you wanna be single again"
I said some of these girls
They forgot what being ladies means
I rather be shot than be
Back on the dating scene
She heard my answer and laughed, I replied
"What chance do I have when
They’re lacking the basic things
Taking pics with their hands on
Their ass dressed scantily clad
That’s the woman that I make my queen?"
I guess I’m just an old
School graduate that admit's
A certain way of thinking is inadequate
That ain’t the wavelength I function on
I’m not impressed with how many
Pair of Dunks you on
I’m not impressed with your measurements
I’m not impressed with you in a flick
Kissing your girl pretending to be lesbian
I’m not impressed with how
Many superstars tweeted you
Or what you do in bed
Let’s keep it between me and you
I don’t mean to sound condescending
I’m just telling you
My kind of women, that’s my personal right
Nothing unbecoming
I just want a humble woman
Who loves God and her personal life but
It is too much to ask?
The most basic things it’s
Almost like you’re asking for too much
Is it really a crime to
Ask for good music, good women
Good friends? Sometimes
You don’t wanna settle for less
You just want what you
Want nothing more, nothing less
The other day I heard a
Song from my favorite group
Shameful how they were basically chasing loot
They replaced all the sample
Based breaks and loops
With cheap keyboard beats
It was disgraceful dude
I had to face the truth, it ain’t the 90’s
Brothers were grimey, tough acts to follow
I tried listening but all my favorite rappers
They made a transition into
Acting and fashion models
Damn, who ain’t trying to be Denzel?
Who just wanna express the music within self?
Who wanna be a true musician?
See a few fists in the air screaming
"yeah" from the few dudes listening
Artists who were truly cherished
Are now perishing
The ones left are generic embarrassments
That ain’t arrogance
Yo I’m speaking as a fan
Anybody with a decent pair
Of speakers understands
I just wanna hear a lyricist killing it
Period
He ain’t gotta change fucking lives man
I’m serious
Dope rhymes over sick production is
All I really ask for cut and dry
Give me something I feel
Good music is all I ask for
Something authentic, genuine, real
That’s all I really need
I won’t ask for more
As long as I just get the basics
That’s just my expectations
That’s just my, that’s just my
That’s just my expectations
The other night I was talking
To a female associate
Openly and honestly ‘cause we’re
Real and closely knit
We discussed how relationships falter
And how some of our friends
Have raced to the alter
She glanced down at the ring on my hand
And asked "Supa
Would you wanna be single again"
I said some of these girls
They forgot what being ladies means
I rather be shot than be
Back on the dating scene
She heard my answer and laughed, I replied
"What chance do I have when
They’re lacking the basic things
Taking pics with their hands on
Their ass dressed scantily clad
That’s the woman that I make my queen?"
I guess I’m just an old
School graduate that admit's
A certain way of thinking is inadequate
That ain’t the wavelength I function on
I’m not impressed with how many
Pair of Dunks you on
I’m not impressed with your measurements
I’m not impressed with you in a flick
Kissing your girl pretending to be lesbian
I’m not impressed with how
Many superstars tweeted you
Or what you do in bed
Let’s keep it between me and you
I don’t mean to sound condescending
I’m just telling you
My kind of women, that’s my personal right
Nothing unbecoming
I just want a humble woman
Who loves God and her personal life but
It is too much to ask?