Surf (Explicit)
Vince Staples"Surf (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Vince Staples, 2015, Pop. Der Song dauert 1:54, 33 lines / 313 words.
Songtext
0:24Broken home all I had was my homeboys
0:28Either build or destroy what you going for
0:31Just a pawn and a plan tryin' to hold on
0:35When the smoke clear why was the war fought
0:37Bout time you abandon the folklore
0:39How you rich but your b**ch in an old ford
0:41How you black sellin' crack for the white man
0:43How you real wouldn't kill for your right hand
0:45On the stand sworn in with ya right hand
0:47It was all goin' good 'till the rave end
0:49Knife scars on ya neck from ya best friend
0:51Now it's talk leave a tec' on ya nightstand
0:53Leave a ni**a dead to the world 'till his life end
0:55You got it I armed it you dreamt it I start it
0:58You're missin' the target what more can you ask me for
1:03You want it my dearly departed
1:06I cocked back and shot it what more can you ask me for
1:11More black kids killed from a pill than the feds in the projects
1:15In the planned parenthood playin' god with ya mom's check
1:17You ain't even been to prom yet
1:19Sixteen heard you wanna be a star girl
1:22What he charge for the dream that you bought girl
1:25What's the price for a life in this dark world
1:26Couple hundred where I come from how you sleep when the sun down
1:30I ain't really tryna judge they be lookin' for somebody you can love
1:34He was lookin' for somebody he could f**k
1:36Took ya body wouldn't bother with you none
1:38Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums
1:40Caught up in the fun
1:42You got it I armed it you dreamt it I start it
1:46You're missin' the target what more can you ask me for
1:51You want it my dearly departed
1:54I cocked back and shot it what more can you ask me for
Broken home all I had was my homeboys Either build or destroy what you going for Just a pawn and a plan tryin' to hold on When the smoke clear why was the war fought Bout time you abandon the folklore How you rich but your b**ch in an old ford How you black sellin' crack for the white man How you real wouldn't kill for your right hand On the stand sworn in with ya right hand It was all goin' good 'till the rave end Knife scars on ya neck from ya best friend Now it's talk leave a tec' on ya nightstand Leave a ni**a dead to the world 'till his life end You got it I armed it you dreamt it I start it You're missin' the target what more can you ask me for You want it my dearly departed I cocked back and shot it what more can you ask me for More black kids killed from a pill than the feds in the projects In the planned parenthood playin' god with ya mom's check You ain't even been to prom yet Sixteen heard you wanna be a star girl What he charge for the dream that you bought girl What's the price for a life in this dark world Couple hundred where I come from how you sleep when the sun down I ain't really tryna judge they be lookin' for somebody you can love He was lookin' for somebody he could f**k Took ya body wouldn't bother with you none Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums Caught up in the fun You got it I armed it you dreamt it I start it You're missin' the target what more can you ask me for You want it my dearly departed I cocked back and shot it what more can you ask me for
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