Catchup
• Written by C-Pain
Cuz anybody bitin' the gods' a year late
I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait
Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,
Why not me the same thing
I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights
I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines
Hoes pop from the corda to hope park
Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark
Cause girl i caught the vibes
In the coldest days darkest nights
Bun b, i’m underground king
Straining kush through dark nights while reigning
Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines
Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights
Jt: my mom’s been so alone
Late nights, just me and the microphone
Then they continue working, forgetting all their fears
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
Dad working so hard, mind overblown
The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone
She self made, i'm self made
Do it now, lets not be late
Working my way to the top
Just searching for the perfect shot
I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape
Let em marinate, you forever late
Working from nouns to verbs
Singing my life with his words
Oh girl, i think it's getting late
Talk sharp like a razor blade
How you hold in emotion
Not working. shot, choking, broken.
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C-Pain
Member since October 26 2017