Promoe - Bloodsugar lyrics

[Verse 1] It go "all jokes aside and all the funny flows" People runnin' high but my blood sugar runnin' low Singing sad songs like "Where Did All the Lovin' Go" Like, where did all the lovin' go? Well, let me start it off proper From the top of the last tour with my Looptroop Rockers And we brought the fan with us Drove around a ??cannabus??, some might consider glamorous But that ain't how it really felt Wakin' up in parking lots in Bielefeld But the deal was delt so I played my cards but I need yo' help I said I need yo' help 'Cause life ain't nothin' but a hustle Lot of rappers say that, but they ain't plain thirst and I ain't cussed, so Talkin' 'bout the funk in they trunk People down in ?? still talk about the ??wieder funk im mein...?? Plus ain't no showers after the show The sweat stench still thick, hours after we go The same outfit twenty-two shows in a row With no washing machine (sorry if I'm mashing yo' dream) [Chorus] But it's one for the camera, two for the flash So much for glamour, it's all for the cash Talk to my tour manager, I know I'm an a** With so much s*** I can't handle, I'm runnin' on my last Energy reserves and I cannot be disturbed Little things get on my nerves, man I cannot be concerned With all the pettiness, on my rousing way up to the top Then I fall flat on my face when my blood sugar drops [Verse 2] 4 o'clock PM, I wake up and get dressed and Step out of the bus into the streets of Dresden Waking my way to the backstage catering Grabbin' a plate of things, checking on the state of things If I can't find my soy milk, I'm boiling over I met one too many of these toy promoters Blamin' somebody else when it's they own responsibility You ain't even read the bottom, man, this headache's f***in' k**in' me And now we at a standstill, the sound is so bad, all I wanna do is cancel But we travelled far, now we here and the fans will Blame us for being too famous, 'cause entertainers Are are supposed to be happy and keep laughing While they singin' and rappin' No matter the circumstances, that's a "thing of the past"-me We allies with professional craftsmen Invoking questions and answers (confessions in anthems) [Chorus] Like, one for the camera, two for the flash So much for glamour, it's all for the cash Talk to my tour manager, I know I'm an a** With so much s*** I can't handle, I'm runnin' on my last Energy reserves and I cannot be disturbed Little things get on my nerves, man I cannot be concerned With all the pettiness, on my rousing way up to the top Then I fall flat on my face when my blood sugar drops [Verse 3] It's the airport in Frankfurt and as far as my eyes can see They don't care for my kind 'cause ain' nuttin' a ?? can eat Now, security check, a few minutes left, then we off and we up and away But they the man of respect, "what's that on your neck?", take it off, let us all set a way Got it from my girlfriend, it's worth an enormous lot to me She found it in the mountains, it's an empty harmless shell, but I guess the monotony Of the woman breathing or is she just a uniform Is she a human being or an alien life form? Regardless, it causes her to be on a power trip Why would she blow an hour trip? (I don't know) But I guess it's obvious, she's one annoying sonovab**** She looks turned on, twitchin', shakin' from having my picture taken Fingerprints, I'm thinkin', what kind of money this b**** is making a month And now I'm hatin' this c*nt Then I stop myself, what has happened since I'm so blatant and blunt? How did I get this bitter, hell, my mama taught me better Blinded by rage from my low blood sugar level reqruited by the devil... It's one for the security camera, two for the tax Anti-terror propaganda, it's all for the cash They always wanna search my bag like I was wearing a mask And to them I guess I'm bendin' head up my a**