Текст (слова) песни: Pastor Troy - Move To Mars

[Verse 1]
Now who the fuck wouldn`t be fucked up
In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life
A nigga beats his wife, damn it`s hurting me
But I can`t help her man the way this grind be working me
Dodging the narc`s
Cop`s pulling up they fuck with us
Cause we on our corner
Can`t tell `em what I wanna
If I do I`ma gonna
They leave put they just ride the block
I serve my rocks, bump `em out before they next stop
Fake ass cops
Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me
Muthafucker, I`m the one that pay ya salary
Don`t get fired
Green making me so tired
Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me
I know you could have been
All I say is should of been
Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting
So I can hit the house
Try to smoke a ounce
Let the weed protect me
From everything I see in this fucked up reality

[Hook: repeat 4X]
I`m bout to move to Mars y`all
The world a mess

[Verse 2]
So I`m stuck to fearing of myself
I`m nineteen going on death
I should`ve left when I was born
Cutting ambilical`s
The doctor should`ve cut my arm, right at my vein
The pain make`s me smoke the reefer
Helps me relax
It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts
I act like I`m loving life, then I act fo` real
Nigga`s is getting shot, nigga`s is getting killed
But still nothing`s done
Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people
My people won`t help me out
I`m pissed but I can`t pout
Nothing change cause I`m mad
Understand life comes and goes
So I guess it`s a fad
I often had to little, simulator my friend
So you can`t hate me or this game I`m in
I have been with out a damn dime
And it`s fucked up, cause it`s happened more than one time
Therefore I grind
I find myself angry
November 18, God let this world claim me
Against my wishes
But this is how a nigga do ya
Once ya born, it`s like the Lord never knew ya (cause why)
Cause this hell
Ya either sell or ya getting sold
Like we some slaves
Though they say that we free, it`s the same shit today
A better way, don`t lie to me
The realest nigga
All I can see is reality
God told me.

[Hook: repeat 8X]
I`m bout to move to Mars y`all
The world a mess

[Verse 3]
I`ve seen enough
It`s like I`m seeing the same shit again
Nothing but thugs as friends
Pretend it`s cool
Yeah, pretends it alright
And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row
I didn`t know that my own was so hungry
I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me
Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone
To keep me from snapping
I`m acting up on this songs
The wrong damn nigga
The wrong damn time
The right brand of liquor
The right size dime
I blaze and hit the hennesy
And I realize, this world wasn`t meant for me
Reality

[Hook: repeat until fade]
I`m bout to move to Mars y`all
The world a mess

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Pastor Troy - Move To Mars [Verse 1] Now who the fuck wouldn`t be fucked up In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life A nigga beats his wife, damn it`s hurting me But I can`t help her man the way this grind be working me Dodging the narc`s Cop`s pulling up they fuck with us Cause we on our corner Can`t tell `em what I wanna If I do I`ma gonna They leave put they just ride the block I serve my rocks, bump `em out before they next stop Fake ass cops Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me Muthafucker, I`m the one that pay ya salary Don`t get fired Green making me so tired Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me I know you could have been All I say is should of been Fuck reminiscing nigga how many hits ya getting So I can hit the house Try to smoke a ounce Let the weed protect me From everything I see in this fucked up reality [Hook: repeat 4X] I`m bout to move to Mars y`all The world a mess [Verse 2] So I`m stuck to fearing of myself I`m nineteen going on death I should`ve left when I was born Cutting ambilical`s The doctor should`ve cut my arm, right at my vein The pain make`s me smoke the reefer Helps me relax It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts I act like I`m loving life, then I act fo` real Nigga`s is getting shot, nigga`s is getting killed But still nothing`s done Questions asking me how--can I sell to my people My people won`t help me out I`m pissed but I can`t pout Nothing change cause I`m mad Understand life comes and goes So I guess it`s a fad I often had to little, simulator my friend So you can`t hate me or this game I`m in I have been with out a damn dime And it`s fucked up, cause it`s happened more than one time Therefore I grind I find myself angry November 18, God let this world claim me Against my wishes But this is how a nigga do ya Once ya born, it`s like the Lord never knew ya (cause why) Cause this hell Ya either sell or ya getting sold Like we some slaves Though they say that we free, it`s the same shit today A better way, don`t lie to me The realest nigga All I can see is reality God told me. [Hook: repeat 8X] I`m bout to move to Mars y`all The world a mess [Verse 3] I`ve seen enough It`s like I`m seeing the same shit again Nothing but thugs as friends Pretend it`s cool Yeah, pretends it alright And this nigga begged me for food for the third night-in a row I didn`t know that my own was so hungry I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone To keep me from snapping I`m acting up on this songs The wrong damn nigga The wrong damn time The right brand of liquor The right size dime I blaze and hit the hennesy And I realize, this world wasn`t meant for me Reality [Hook: repeat until fade] I`m bout to move to Mars y`all The world a mess Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Move To Mars: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/115/1/5692.html Все тексты песен: Pastor Troy » Pastor Troy - No More Play in G. a. » Pastor Troy - Above The Law » Pastor Troy - Who, What, When, Where » Pastor Troy - Dear Pac » Pastor Troy - I`m Made » Pastor Troy - My Niggas is the Grind » Pastor Troy - Chug-A-Lug » Pastor Troy - We Dem Georgia Boyz » Pastor Troy - No More Play In Ga » Pastor Troy - We Ready 2000 » Pastor Troy - Frame Me » Pastor Troy - Gone Getcha » Pastor Troy - Representin` » Pastor Troy - Chug-A-Lug » Pastor Troy - Eternal Yard Dash » Pastor Troy - Ain`t No Sunshine » Pastor Troy - Stop Tryin` » Pastor Troy - Throw Your Flags » Pastor Troy - Its on Down Here » Pastor Troy - We Want Some Answers Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Балахнин - Банный день » Георгий Васильев - Моя семья » Гарин Юрий - Свечи » Геннадий Чугуев - Пой, пой, пой ветер... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Цк » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Снова темно » Григорий Бронштейн - Вернусь из-за моря... » Геннадий Перевалов - Памяти Л.Утесова » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Мы в глубокой жопе » Геннадий Васильев - То ли смех, то ли плач, то ли птица поет... » Григорий Дикштейн - Версия. Памяти И. Бабеля (Из цикла Конармия) » Геннадий Васильев - Самолетик наш летит » Григорий Дикштейн - Зрелость » Григорий Дикштейн - Это будет не завтра, дружок... » Группа риска - Песня пpо паpтизана » Григорий Данской - Успеть так много, Боже мой!.. » Григорий Дикштейн - Не для каждого » Гости из Будущего - Прощай » Группа риска - Я однажды спал » Глюк`oza - Шуга
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