It’s All Good by Quadroon Lyrics
[Andres in the back, chupon in his lap
2-3 on my back, back, back]
Back at it again, like i a crack addict i been
Itching for the rap, for the pen, form a track like a hedge
Stack, stack, stack
Give it like this, and you get it like that, like that, that, that
As i sit here in this hospital room
Jotting these rhymes, my baby growing in the whoom (mmm)
Been up for a dozen days, but it doesn’t matter (true)
My beloved say that she pray for mini quadroon (cool)
That’d be fucking cute, no deception needed
Created from our fucking through, no protection needed
Thats a lesson leaking through his blood
Used to have me stressing cause i thought i fucked up
But then I met you... (i met you)
Ain't no, mistake about that (you bet)
Go Find me an accident-i dare you
Even the misperception of purpose is perfect...
That means that every choice is literally worth it
You heard it hear last, from your own mind first
First ya got it then ya dont, thats how this cold crime works
They, want you to sell your soul, so sell your own rhymes first
Independence a blessing, that you can't, find through church
So i write each verse, with the passion of a prophet
Always keep my moleskin stashed in my back pocket
Without it, im lost- its my right hand’s right hand man like
You can be the al-i’ll be a tross
Been blinded by proof since the beginning, it was word (breath)
Itll be descending upon us in the ending, like Jesus will the earth
Fill my fuel, i feel i flew
Will you take me as yours-i do, i do
2-3 on my back, back, back]
Back at it again, like i a crack addict i been
Itching for the rap, for the pen, form a track like a hedge
Stack, stack, stack
Give it like this, and you get it like that, like that, that, that
As i sit here in this hospital room
Jotting these rhymes, my baby growing in the whoom (mmm)
Been up for a dozen days, but it doesn’t matter (true)
My beloved say that she pray for mini quadroon (cool)
That’d be fucking cute, no deception needed
Created from our fucking through, no protection needed
Thats a lesson leaking through his blood
Used to have me stressing cause i thought i fucked up
But then I met you... (i met you)
Ain't no, mistake about that (you bet)
Go Find me an accident-i dare you
Even the misperception of purpose is perfect...
That means that every choice is literally worth it
You heard it hear last, from your own mind first
First ya got it then ya dont, thats how this cold crime works
They, want you to sell your soul, so sell your own rhymes first
Independence a blessing, that you can't, find through church
So i write each verse, with the passion of a prophet
Always keep my moleskin stashed in my back pocket
Without it, im lost- its my right hand’s right hand man like
You can be the al-i’ll be a tross
Been blinded by proof since the beginning, it was word (breath)
Itll be descending upon us in the ending, like Jesus will the earth
Fill my fuel, i feel i flew
Will you take me as yours-i do, i do