Wale — The Intro About Nothing (The Album About Nothing 2015)
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The Intro About Nothing (The Album About Nothing 2015) Wale04:20
Текст песни: The Intro About Nothing (The Album About Nothing 2015)
[Skit: Wale & Jerry Seinfeld] Time to clock in, baby Yeah You ready? Yes, I was ready last time We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this: [Intro: Wale] La la La la, la la [Chorus: Wale] Lord, my all, what you think of it? (La la) Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything (La la, la la) (Start the show) I think it’s ‘bout time that I sing of nothing [Verse 1: Wale] Sipping wine, sipping wine, 'cause my Henny finished Hard to be friendly with women who seen too many niggas So I keep my circle small, you need reduction Never too much friends, what is your circumference? Swear to God, times is hard, but they gettin' better Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive Gabbana made the level, and I never missed a supper But still my hunger's like a fucking model at a buffet And with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better But dollar signs never mind any Cupid's arrow And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks And leave the room when a nigga try sleep with 'em Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride Young, wild nigga living the dream Although I'm not who I'm destined to be, they keep saying, "Grow up" [Chorus: Wale] Lord, my all, what you think of it? You been on this long road accumulating luggage And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it’s ‘bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup? Been on this long road accumulating luggage And as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it’s ‘bout time that I sing of nothing, go Go [Verse 2: Wale] I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet But in fact I do, I need my boo to keep my shit in check And shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set Getting high, getting by as my mind fly Just bought my homie a Rollie simply to pass time And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five Severed ties with any nigga who covet mine And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes But I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative music And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud It's a shame niggas lame, but I'ma hold it down Let my bread roll, never let my friends go That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your fucking crown Getting high, getting by, watching time fly Tell these niggas I'ma get 'em e'ry other time Young, wild niggas sit in your seat Know every weekend every liquor for free from Chilli Bowl to Phillippe Necklace so chilly, bitch, I sow what I reap Double M Genius, make these bitches so deep I make these niggas' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak Put my cardio in the audio, you missin' the beat I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets Outstanding, shitting on niggas, but you sit when you pee, hold up [Bridge: Choir, Wale] La la, la la I figure La la, la la They don't care nothing 'bout albums La la, la la So why not give 'em an album La la, la la About—ha ha La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey) Hey La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey) You better sing that shit, nigga La la, la la (Hey, hey, hey) Woo La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey) This how you start the ma'fucking show La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey) My fourth joint in a row La la, la la (La la, la—hey, hey) The moon's in the motherfuckin' sky La la, la la (Hey, hey) Alright, hey La la, la la [Chorus: Wale] Lord, my all, what you think of it? You been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time that we sing of nothing, wassup? Been on this long road accumulating luggage As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything I think it's 'bout time that I sing of nothing [Violin Outro: Peter Lee Johnson]
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