- Few Good Things (feat. Black Thought and Eryn Allen Kane) 歌詞 Eryn Allen Kane Saba Black Thought
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- Black Thought Few Good Things (feat. Black Thought and Eryn Allen Kane) 歌詞
- Eryn Allen Kane Saba Black Thought
- Saba:
I put the punch in the kick instead of punchin the clock
Its no wonder that this is timeless
Nights spent sleepin on the floor, need a bed or at least a cut
Since his dreams started to find him
The grind never stopped for the workin class, **** a Birkin bag
I learned my colors, then I had to watch what color shirt I had
Like a concierge, I showed the way of our concernin past
But everybody cant come alone, Ive come to terms with that
I aint never been one to burn bridges, or a burner bag
Ironic money turn a man into an island
And a friend into a financial advisor
Take a family and divide it, in America, the land of the tyrant
Still with the same niggas, and that mean the women too
The only thing change what I paid for the tennis shoe
Like Eminem on the stage fore he blew, this is livin proof
Bad things come in threes, good things come in few
Yeah, few
All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
Niggas reppin blocks like the taxi wars
But to think about turf, is that it never actually grows
I tried to focus on the sprouts, like a grocery stove
But in the hood, shit dont always go how its supposed to go
So we adjusted like a tailor makin alterations
Altercations in the Austin neighborhood was all for paper
Grew up thinkin swear that it was all contagious
How were all complacent
I said '**** it, Im all in' like I was off the Vegas
The follow days I grew my dreads like I was part Jamaican
Know the journey waitin is a lonely one, theyll call him crazy
Because believin in yourself not often celebrated
People projectin a mirror image that is merely hatred
The fear in faces is the same as me, period, in Jason
All truth, you know I dont lie like some [?]
Every day seen people show they color eyes soon they shoot
Bad things come in trees , good things comin soon
Few
And he only wanted few things
All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
Black Thought:
From what we knew about my mother
She was cut from the cloth of South Carolina color
She knew to keep the rude right amount of right color
Her old soul remind you of somebody abuelas
Mood, the way she dipped into a mental convo
When she starin into your soul and you tryin not to let her
Now and then you might get a word, if not [?]
When she take it upon herself to drop an accappella bout
Different rules, relatives you cant pick and choose
How they quick to get confused and they disapprove
Grown actin like they still in school
But in the grand scheme of things, it all seems pretty minuscule
A cool toast to the people we adore the most
Lets hold them close, like the water had a quarter coast
Im wide awoke, what Im haunted by is more than ghost
Its where you slip and sippin a mornin roast
Listenin and haulin oats
Oyster flex on the ashy wrist, as I reflect what got me this
How Im [?] kids
We from SP and we come in twos
Im runnin throughs, but good things come in few
Saba:
I tried that invincible shit, but the principle is
When theres niggas defendin your wig, then its a pendulum shift
I tried to spend a little less like a minimalist
But then I can confess that this gets harder the bigger you get
The richer get rich, the poorer get pissed, thats just what it is
We seen everything from the gutter, the glitz
Adults in the crib tellin they kids to cover they ears
Fight with the youngin, and watch they older brother disappear
Like two in the front and one in the rear
The funds of size when you gotta swallow your anger or stomach your fear
All the money you made is a sunken abyss
But necessary for the family to have somewhere to live
So you stuck with makin decision more than some wouldnt get
The baggage that come with the bag, hope you not fumblin it
Maradona or sprint like Im honorin Nip
When commas the common denominator all the percent
Got us movin to the pacific in hopes that it would be different
The boat we was on had psychics that left some of us swimmin
Dont ask bout my independence, we not financially literate
Dangle a million dollars when oxygen was the mission
We just wanna breathe, we been drownin down here for centuries
Black and brown boy identity
Families that depend on me all get turned to assembly line
Every line my lineage
Glass half full, the other half was the emptiness
We turned a bunch of nothing to abundance
Few good things
Outro:
When, when, when uncle Eddie got married to auntie
He, he married my aunt
You have to tell the story
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