NATE S - Open minded lyrics
Intro : [ jetlagg ] 2x Broken kid from a broken home I'm giving clothes, spending all my money at Timezone Paying 10 dollars just to get a license No tests, my bad we just open minded Verse 1 : [ jetlagg ] Waking up, stained shirt with the white chucks Coming last, no bucks I ain't givin f**s Introvert living in a third world country Random sport jerseys cause we got nobody reppin' I'm just expressin', brown kid stuck in nba benches But we from the trenches with no silverspoons Blood and kin full of platoons If you only knew what we can do all you hear is doot doo doo! Bullets going through that's spelling T-R-U But to you? We just some foreigners Who wants to put four-in-her Astronomer wonderin' where the kid coming from The lyric stats are unsurpa**ed that overpa**ed the math exam All advance what can you say? We providin' double A's and we just chargin' up Ain't even fourth quarter and we already made the clutch This gifted poetic birth is a dispersed curse But all they looking for is Yeezus shirts And it gets worse cause it came from Gildan first Eaten by the Hypest Beast No winter days or autumn trees And it's always a summer breeze I'm out here chasing broken dreams Trynna, get everyone outta the streets Cause the Lord wants me to divide the bread The chosen one that God has sent Chorus : [ jetlagg ] Broken kid from a broken home I'm giving clothes, spending all my money at Timezone Just to play some ps4 Paying 10 dollars just to get a license No tests, my bad we just open minded We on top of rooftops and jeepneys Eatin' at KFC is already a luxury We all got some coupons with nothing to lose but sh** ain't free Verse 2 : [ jetlagg ] I'm ridin' tricycles chargin' less than a (dollar bill,) Driver's k**, day and night just to feed the family salt and rice While others payin just to f** in a hotel And still, they barely even finish they meals We out here strugglin' just to get a job While at the Land of The Free? It's definitely no prob' I'm out here meltin' from the pot And the lights at the darkest nights, I only see are from the cops Airplanes are dippin' While I'm sleepin at seven As I'm in heaven Lyrics forgotten Just a kid from the mountains On the clouds, So I'm reaching for planets Veni Vidi Vici Unknown rapper but the kid three-peat We payin' to look bummy I'm only beggin' for words cause I'm poetic hungry I smoke a little cig, I do it for the flick The haters on my dick, Just got a little praise Now you textin' hey? Chorus Verse 3 : Honestly, this money tree is chokin' me It's blurrin my vision, all loved ones fading from superstition Now I'm stuck in a prison, greed in my system No bail or justice could free me from this Emmy written revision Been stuck here so long, boy we in a dementia maybe nostalgia I don't even know.. (So I wen't home)