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Give Me - текст песни



Give Me


I'm a slow typer, a so-so writer


Been the shit ever since I was an infant in diapers


And Imma be dope all the way to the end


From the cradle to the grave, the pampers to the depends


Get enough love, got enough friends


But on a regular basis, it's safe to say I got the bends


And I didn't mean to ignore that vibe you sent


I guess my mind was probably on my rent


I got my mind on my tummy and my tummy on my mind


Some assembly required, let me run it down the line


The factory is open, time card punched


Until lunchtime, it's crunch time


Back to work fool.


First rule is to keep the verse true, even if it hurts you


You gotta wear the pain like a stain


Respect the listener, respect the game


Because there's more to gain than just some dinner and fame





Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there


Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool


Gimme the life, I seen things that used to be dreams


Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug





And I'mma play this game


I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name


And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed


Hope to god I inspire some of yall





See I'm that cat that used to sit in the back and study


Looking for some proof that god loves ugly


Flash forward a decade later in your town


Somehow a good number of yall got down





And it's solid, fresh, dope, whatever you wanna call it


Not bad for an aspiring sociopathic alcoholic


Aw shit, look at Slug, still rockin the same outfit


Tryin' to make the belly grow bigger than the wallet


Hey yo man, how you doin, how you been


Just makin it cool to rap about love again


Not the hippie stuff, I'm talkin bout that bitch that gets you nuts


(Did he say bitch?) Yo I'm sorry, don't tell my baby's mommy


Speakin of baby,


There'll be a crateful of albums for my son to page through


Thinkin daddy was a gun


With a handful of heads that put me up til they had some samples from


Ant and fake them what the fuck I said


Still goin, still maintainin, still standin in the land of snow and purple


Rain


And I'm still waitin for my date to kiss me or slap me


Cause there ain't no way that I can be happy when I'm happy





Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there


Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool


Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams


Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug





And I'mma play this game


I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name


And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed


Hope to god I inspire some of yall





I've had the pleasure of speaking with some of you (yeah you)


Come on now, don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin to


After that show, when you approached me like you know me


The cd I sold you, the secrets that you told me


On that world you vision, through the layers of tears


The ones you choke and keep hidden when the players are near


I watch you chase it with beers and frustration and fear


Try to figure out why the hell I came here


Well I don't know either, and I'm not ready to take a breather neither


All I know is I'm still a believer


So you can beat me up, or you can beat me off


Pick a side, any side, and let me do my job


If you've got a lot of love to give, but you don't know who to give it to


Imma turn out the lights and light this cigarette


And write a song (Texts of songs ) about you (this one's for you)





Gimme the money, but don't you dare stop there


Gimme the mic, that's the tool, and I play it cool


Gimme the life, I've seen things that used to be dreams


Gimme the love, my name's Slug, gimme a pound or a hug





And I'mma play this game


I just wanna say all I really want is for you to remember my name


And Imma run for as long as I'm allowed


Hope to god I inspire some of yall





Please god (but don't you dare stop there)


That's the tool and I play it cool


I've seen things that used to be dreams


The name's Slug, girl, gimme a hug



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