Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Ever So Clear, исполнителя - Bushwick Bill. Песня из альбома Best of the Past Hip-Hop, в жанре Рэп и хип-хоп
Дата выпуска: 16.05.2011
Лейбл звукозаписи: Real Talk Entertainment
Язык песни: Английский
Ever So Clear |
See, most of my life I never had shit |
I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit |
Damn near didn’t make it on my day of birth |
Thinking, «Was I really supposed to be on this planet earth?» |
I take a deep breath and then another follows |
'Cause hard shit is kinda hard to swallow |
See, it’s rough being a loner |
Not knowing any given day and time I could wind up a goner |
See, people got it bad from jump-street |
And being short is just another strike against me |
I used to get funny looks 'cause I was small |
And trying to make it was like running through a brick wall |
Given the odds I was up against, bro |
The average nigga would’ve quit a long time ago |
But now I’ve got a record out |
I’m doing shows, people paying to see me turn it out |
Now, I’m the spice around town |
It’s funny how an album can change a nigga’s life around |
I got friends and bitches on my dick |
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick |
Sometimes I don’t know a friend from a foe |
And every different day it’s a different fuckin' ho |
And now that my pockets are getting bigger |
I’m meeting hoes who only wanna juice a nigga |
They tell me that they love me and all that |
But really they just wait for me to fall flat |
So they can get me for my income |
Take me for all I got, and then some |
Like Trina, you dig? |
I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch’s kid |
Knowing that she used the baby to use me |
Took him out my life, mentally abusing me |
But as the time went by, I got another slimmy |
And she was just like the first one screaming, «Gimme» |
But not in the exact same way |
She had a different type of game she liked to play |
Her name was Crystal, she played the quiet type |
And for a little while, shit seemed alright |
But just like the first ho, homie |
When shit got hectic, the bitch broke out on me |
And it’s getting out of hand, G |
'Cause nobody seems to understand me |
Reminiscing got me feeling kinda low |
I broke out the Everclear and then I drunk some mo' |
Until it was all gone |
Now I’m looking for somebody to take my pain out on |
But not just anybody, G |
I’ma take that on Tamica, 'cause she’s the closest to me |
Full of that Everclear and high on that buddah |
Get to the house, all I’m thinking 'bout is shooting her |
'Cause shooting her would be sweet |
But you know what’d be sweeter? If I make her shoot me |
Call me crazy, but that’s what I’m thinking |
I’m tripping, from all that smoking weed and drinking |
But I knew she wouldn’t do it on her own, so I provoked her |
Punched her, kicked her, and chocked her |
She still wouldn’t grab the gun |
And at that time, I wasn’t thinking about no one |
Damn near crazy, I went and grabbed the baby |
(Bill! Gimme the baby! Gimme the baby!) |
Held him by the door and said I’ma throw his ass out, ho |
She went to crying, «Somebody stop him» |
I said, «You better grab the motherfuckin' gun or I’mma drop him» |
She snatched the baby out of my hands |
We started fighting, punching, scratching, and biting |
When we fell on the bed, check this shit |
All kinds of crazy shit was going through my head |
So I ran and got the gun and came back to her |
Loaded it up and handed the gat to her |
I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle |
She screamed, «Stop,» and then we broke into another tussle |
Yo, during the fight the gun went off quick |
Damn—Ah shit, I’m hit |
(Oh, Lord! Oh, Bill!) |
Ahh… my eye, I can’t see |
(Oh, I’m so sorry!) |
Why you shot me in the eye? |
(Oh my God, somebody help me!) |
I would’ve shot you in the body |
(Oh, I’m sorry!) |
Why you shot me in the eye? |
Riding in the ambulance, everything is hectic |
I can’t get a grip, I just can’t check this |
Everybody’s crying, could it be I’m dying? |
Bullet in my head, in the bed I was lying |
Where’s 'Mica? I wanna tell her I love her |
With an IV in my arm, I took a picture for an album cover |
Goddamn, this shit’s a trip, G |
Five different doctors with needles tryna stick me |
I hear my family hollering, «He needs us!» |
During the confusion, man, I seen Jesus |
My mom’s on the phone, long-distance, from New York |
Here comes the doctors again, trying to rip me apart |
I got a monkey on my back, I can’t shake this |
I’m having suicidal thoughts, hoping that I don’t make it |
But I’ma make it, 'cause something’s steady urging me |
Five hours passed, I made it through surgery |
And the doctor said I wouldn’t make it through the night |
But God told me, «Everything is gonna be alright» |
And I’m glad that I’m here, G |
But it’s fucked up I had to lose an eye to see shit clearly |