Listen to Epilogue: Long Jawn by Shad

Epilogue: Long Jawn

Shad

Hip-Hop/Rap

709 Shazams

Lyrics

But really I'm sick of rapping But really i miss the passion You feel me, i miss the scene You feel me, i miss the action I miss touring, miss America, miss the pageant I'm still married to that dame Though the game is Mrs. Jackson Rappers love talking this epic When we talk about our exit from showbiz I'm nobody, noticed we left it Was hedging bets at the school of texas Holding Rolexes and Lexuses just a second, I got a test But I'm blessed, got live and learn Literally, did a term then went to getting earn Urn, just let it burn Words I could grow-op No, I don't mean grow pot I mean gettin' that dough tho I still gotta grow lots Live real stories, grow plots They wanted more crops And grow guap and you find some botox robots to co-op But y'all know me, dont stop! I just go off I stay on point for the heads This cut's a mohawk, uh For heads thats headstrong, uh And head with dreads and white corn rows Although that's dead wrong But listen, this is all inclusive For all humans, just for y'all amusement Music for the blue-collared dudes and all the college students I'm Paul Wall in '05 and I'm car pollution James Harden hoopin' All meanin' that I'm a problem Houston Constant nuisance, I cause confusion Hold on this song's as long as the constitution Its just that I've got a lot of thoughts that are hard to explain I'm trying to try a little tender of the heart and brain Hard headed thoughts darkened and charred in the flame I'm talking black, pardon the slang But the flames like Flocka Young man always gotta go hard in the paint We talk foul on offensive, they call charge in the game But even activists [?] target them chain stores And get chained to the same war, same arms taking aim Arm leg leg arm head, we all the same
Writer(s): Mark Morley, Shadrach Kabango Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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