Solo - The Shame Lyrics
hook
We really don't care, if you got money
You talk about fame when you have none of it
I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed
verse 1
Look at what happened when we got up in this
The brilliance of commitment
Of moving from start to finish
We walking along cracks
Doin it nothing to simplify evolved raps
Bu these steps ? in these sick
Now feel the toxicness felt by these lost kids
Break the walls quick
If I could be given the chart to ready the charge
What can I say on the bars
Get these movements from my bloopers
Get these new kids on the wall
Spit the automatic, eclipse
I'm an automatic, eclipse
Seal their lips
God we bleed, the cars I be
The odds I've seen, the cards I've lift
My god I'm feeling rather invincible
Visit my own fute, young fella
Did you miss me, I told you
Let's get up and leave this filth
And rolled to school
That set up was left to shift
We follow my own rules to enrichment
hook
verse 2
More of an a glorious attempt that
Forcing the next batch
Cause you're an ex pat
Making a little money now you walking on egg shells
I guess I don't get the war for the best stuff
For a little fame, she got on her little four digit frame
Just to get a little four minute bang
I don't like it any more than you think
Cause when it all falls
The most cause is flaws from within
There's a part of me that likes you bad
I don't the the route but I like you clad
And that freak and that type
That ? that stamp with antique
And that bank will make her, uh
Make my family act regal
Kicking down doors may be missing out more
I don't go to places where admission's outsourced
This isn't about peace, this isn't about wars
This isn't about me, this isn't about yours
hook
verse 3
Now you might prefer this serenity
To high levels of energy
This eight on eight therapy
Most likely be the death of me
Back when beatboxing and table drumming
Was merely my vice for freestyling
And saying something, was my former tone
Now I call it how I see it
Sorta like video phones
Recorded and depict that shit
Now I gun for money so tall like sky scrapers
Sorta like collecting antiques
I'mma need a fly chick for that shit
Lyrical f***ing assassin, where these has-beens
I hope they out there in the traffic
With no hazards
Sound like future and I'm baskin
Dare I say it possibly the answer to mediocre
But who's asking
Work my ass off pray that I profit from true passion
Wake my ass up up in the morning, the duke's fashion
Picture steady mine in the life of this loose cannon
But what's that gonna take
Wait, what, like, two classics
Alright then
