FRIGHT Kendrick Lamar Remix by The Thought Lyrics
[Intro]
Why God, why god, do I gotta suffer?
Pain in my heart, carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why god, do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown for you restin' at my feet
Why God, why god, do I gotta suffer?
Truth is no more unless you learn these motherfuckers...
[Verse]
I'll beat your ass, keep talking back
You'll learn respect, and that's a fact
Matter fact, your mom ain't here
You little bastard, probably queer
I'll ensure you lack, every little thing
Except for fear
Make sure the name of Jesus
Where your blame is steered to crash
I'll beat your ass if you keep eating
Like your teeth ain't bleeding cash
Don't give a fuck about that rash
Take your ass a bath
I'll stash you with the sitter
To flash, Saturday night
Then send your ass to bed without your dinner
For a fight
I'll beat your ass
'Cause out my life you took a bite
I'll leave you home alone
'Cause I had to book a flight
Had to get to Vegas
'Cause my bosses had a suite
Leave you griping to your mother
'Cause there's nothing to eat
I'll beat your ass if you keep telling that bitch
You don't wanna come here
Matter fact, I'll beat your ass just for fun
'Cause I'm drunk, dear
Matter fact, I'll sneak up in your room
Late at night
I'll fuck your ass
'Cause off a couple beers, I love the fright
I'll kill your ass, you gasping
Bludgeoned, bleeding from the knife
I'll kill your brother and your mother
If your ass don't play to type
This a deed decreed from God
So you'd better not complain
For my taking looking ripe
And I'm not afraid of stains
I'll take your life or others
If you ever speak the truth
Get to living undercover
Let that trauma be your root
I'll beat your ass if you keep stuttering
Better keep your grades
Said to Jack, then it's done again
The sacrament of rape
[Bridge]
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
Or was this meant to be?
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
Or is this grace? Is this destiny?
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
No, it seems
[Verse]
I'll probably die anonymous
I'll probably die with promises
I'll probably die from a self-inflicted gunshot
I'll probably die because I never cared for losses
I'll probably die because I called myself "The Thought"
I'll probably die a patient
I'll probably die a laymen
I'll probably die impatient to find there's no God
I'll probably die because I never praised the ancients
I'll probably die because my stupid ass forgot
I'll probably die, 'cause pops was right and I'm fucking worthless
I'll probably die, 'cause I missed my grandma's service
I'll probably die from witnesses leaving me accused
I can't deny my crimes, I'm on the line for my abuse
I'll probably die, 'cause Stephanie came to get her revenge
I'll probably die of leprosy, or diving to the bends
I'll probably die 'cause empathy been keeping me dependent
I'll probably die a mockery of every single sentence
I'll probably die, 'cause that's what you do when you depressed
So fearful of the next, that you losing to the stress
I'll probably die, 'cause that's what my father said to do
But I ain't gonna lie, you won't see it on the news
Why God, why god, do I gotta suffer?
Pain in my heart, carry burdens full of struggle
Why God, why god, do I gotta bleed?
Every stone thrown for you restin' at my feet
Why God, why god, do I gotta suffer?
Truth is no more unless you learn these motherfuckers...
[Verse]
I'll beat your ass, keep talking back
You'll learn respect, and that's a fact
Matter fact, your mom ain't here
You little bastard, probably queer
I'll ensure you lack, every little thing
Except for fear
Make sure the name of Jesus
Where your blame is steered to crash
I'll beat your ass if you keep eating
Like your teeth ain't bleeding cash
Don't give a fuck about that rash
Take your ass a bath
I'll stash you with the sitter
To flash, Saturday night
Then send your ass to bed without your dinner
For a fight
I'll beat your ass
'Cause out my life you took a bite
I'll leave you home alone
'Cause I had to book a flight
Had to get to Vegas
'Cause my bosses had a suite
Leave you griping to your mother
'Cause there's nothing to eat
I'll beat your ass if you keep telling that bitch
You don't wanna come here
Matter fact, I'll beat your ass just for fun
'Cause I'm drunk, dear
Matter fact, I'll sneak up in your room
Late at night
I'll fuck your ass
'Cause off a couple beers, I love the fright
I'll kill your ass, you gasping
Bludgeoned, bleeding from the knife
I'll kill your brother and your mother
If your ass don't play to type
This a deed decreed from God
So you'd better not complain
For my taking looking ripe
And I'm not afraid of stains
I'll take your life or others
If you ever speak the truth
Get to living undercover
Let that trauma be your root
I'll beat your ass if you keep stuttering
Better keep your grades
Said to Jack, then it's done again
The sacrament of rape
[Bridge]
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
Or was this meant to be?
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
Or is this grace? Is this destiny?
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
I said, preacher man
Would you save a place for me?
No, it seems
[Verse]
I'll probably die anonymous
I'll probably die with promises
I'll probably die from a self-inflicted gunshot
I'll probably die because I never cared for losses
I'll probably die because I called myself "The Thought"
I'll probably die a patient
I'll probably die a laymen
I'll probably die impatient to find there's no God
I'll probably die because I never praised the ancients
I'll probably die because my stupid ass forgot
I'll probably die, 'cause pops was right and I'm fucking worthless
I'll probably die, 'cause I missed my grandma's service
I'll probably die from witnesses leaving me accused
I can't deny my crimes, I'm on the line for my abuse
I'll probably die, 'cause Stephanie came to get her revenge
I'll probably die of leprosy, or diving to the bends
I'll probably die 'cause empathy been keeping me dependent
I'll probably die a mockery of every single sentence
I'll probably die, 'cause that's what you do when you depressed
So fearful of the next, that you losing to the stress
I'll probably die, 'cause that's what my father said to do
But I ain't gonna lie, you won't see it on the news