What I Do by TARiiiQ Lyrics
WHAT I DO
I BEEN THRU
I WANT TO
OH LORD I
Uh, this beat got me feelin nostalgic vibes
Back when I , used to feel like shit was fine
Sipping on some wine wishin I could just rewind back into the simple times, when I could sympathize
Back when popping a zit, stashing my shit, and petty criime were the biggest problems of mine (ohh my)
Now I got some homies popping clips, doin lines, popping pills doing fine so long as they never ever lose they high
Mom and pops ain't doin fine, the new’sll make me lose em lose they mind, every other days a Columbine
All the fake shit that we hear, the world is blind
So much hatred everywhere, why would I be kind?
Its no surprise that with age my circle getting tight
We all divided like we in that long crooked line
Im so distracted, yeah half the time
And All I ask, is for a piece of mind
Wish im in a place where I heard nothin
A sanctuary I could CHILL AND burn something
But its my duty every day I learn something
My brain work like a machine to keep the words pumpin (words pupin!)
But ever damn day the neighbours talking
Every hour the people upstairs walking
I said I need some piece of mind I need a space
So I could give you all a piece of miiiine
It Call on me and I be there, its
(What I do)
For you im sorry babe
(I want to)
Be free and do ma thang
(But I can’t)
Let go whats in ma brain
(Oh lord i)
Cuz Im sittin tryna vibe with ya but I could really use some silence fo (what I dooo)
Sound silly Im reminding ya, but its ticking and the time is up (I been thruuuu)
With all of the noise oh ya, and I still got the voice in my, head (oh that tooo)
Tellin me to take some meds, I think yall should just be quiet instead (so, fuck you)
Turn down the temperature this shit is getting too hot
I don’t even need the beat fuck it ill doo-wop
A label fuck with me will prolly just lose stocks
Cuz ima loose cannon and I could give 2 fuucks
So much madness that’s happening in the planet
Racists cops walking Rond and still ain't repremanded
We in 2020 but the vision is hindsight
Institutionalized and its in plain sight!
Was bummed out when I felt discriminated (aw man)
But now im getting sick of this conversation
You would think after generations we’d stop this
Wars going on (outside) but-at-home is toxic
And artists too scared to come out and just talk shit
Worried bout not making it on top hits
Same damn topics, but I’da probably blown up in the home land and I ain't talking pop hits
Free country now we got the upper handddd
We got a voice and able to speak messages
So why the fuck are we suppressing it?
Oppression getting stronger if we ain't t addressing it
So rappers
Lay off the sedatives
This shit is getting to repeitive
Everyday Im hearin sflows recycled
Thought that I just might go blAW across the rifle
Oh no its trifles
Other foes I stifle
Knockin em down like dominos, vamanos I write flows
Obama knows the solemn oath for common folk don’t mean shit when the powerful con-tool the globe
And unfold the scrolls
Followin norms won’t open doors
Tryna spread the message to all these postal codes
As im pro-vokin flows with my vocal chords
Yall need that autotune to fix ya fuckin broken chords
These local wars
Don’t mean shit when I be tryna be an over-lord
I know these rhymes just over-load, most of these so called vocal pros
I get emotional
Maybe I poke some nerves
Hope to go coast to coast
I BEEN THRU
I WANT TO
OH LORD I
Uh, this beat got me feelin nostalgic vibes
Back when I , used to feel like shit was fine
Sipping on some wine wishin I could just rewind back into the simple times, when I could sympathize
Back when popping a zit, stashing my shit, and petty criime were the biggest problems of mine (ohh my)
Now I got some homies popping clips, doin lines, popping pills doing fine so long as they never ever lose they high
Mom and pops ain't doin fine, the new’sll make me lose em lose they mind, every other days a Columbine
All the fake shit that we hear, the world is blind
So much hatred everywhere, why would I be kind?
Its no surprise that with age my circle getting tight
We all divided like we in that long crooked line
Im so distracted, yeah half the time
And All I ask, is for a piece of mind
Wish im in a place where I heard nothin
A sanctuary I could CHILL AND burn something
But its my duty every day I learn something
My brain work like a machine to keep the words pumpin (words pupin!)
But ever damn day the neighbours talking
Every hour the people upstairs walking
I said I need some piece of mind I need a space
So I could give you all a piece of miiiine
It Call on me and I be there, its
(What I do)
For you im sorry babe
(I want to)
Be free and do ma thang
(But I can’t)
Let go whats in ma brain
(Oh lord i)
Cuz Im sittin tryna vibe with ya but I could really use some silence fo (what I dooo)
Sound silly Im reminding ya, but its ticking and the time is up (I been thruuuu)
With all of the noise oh ya, and I still got the voice in my, head (oh that tooo)
Tellin me to take some meds, I think yall should just be quiet instead (so, fuck you)
Turn down the temperature this shit is getting too hot
I don’t even need the beat fuck it ill doo-wop
A label fuck with me will prolly just lose stocks
Cuz ima loose cannon and I could give 2 fuucks
So much madness that’s happening in the planet
Racists cops walking Rond and still ain't repremanded
We in 2020 but the vision is hindsight
Institutionalized and its in plain sight!
Was bummed out when I felt discriminated (aw man)
But now im getting sick of this conversation
You would think after generations we’d stop this
Wars going on (outside) but-at-home is toxic
And artists too scared to come out and just talk shit
Worried bout not making it on top hits
Same damn topics, but I’da probably blown up in the home land and I ain't talking pop hits
Free country now we got the upper handddd
We got a voice and able to speak messages
So why the fuck are we suppressing it?
Oppression getting stronger if we ain't t addressing it
So rappers
Lay off the sedatives
This shit is getting to repeitive
Everyday Im hearin sflows recycled
Thought that I just might go blAW across the rifle
Oh no its trifles
Other foes I stifle
Knockin em down like dominos, vamanos I write flows
Obama knows the solemn oath for common folk don’t mean shit when the powerful con-tool the globe
And unfold the scrolls
Followin norms won’t open doors
Tryna spread the message to all these postal codes
As im pro-vokin flows with my vocal chords
Yall need that autotune to fix ya fuckin broken chords
These local wars
Don’t mean shit when I be tryna be an over-lord
I know these rhymes just over-load, most of these so called vocal pros
I get emotional
Maybe I poke some nerves
Hope to go coast to coast