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A Donkey Named Cheetah
Lyricist:Isam Bachiri, Jeppe Bisgaard, Abdelmajid Bouloum, Saqib Hassan, Roger Martinez, Waqas Qadri
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
How dare you me assimilated, ya crazy 'Cuz the gap between me and my dad is big Don't change me, fact is, I don't even speak his lingo Still call the place he left 30 years ago home
I'm tired of this politics, it's cut between 2 cultures Got them both bodied in my backyard like vultures Picture me rolling on a donkey named Cheetah With 2 barrels of water, let the waterman lead ya
Either ya follow the drip drops or my Cheetahs dudu Either way kid, I'm living proof, you will get through Enough cash to send grandma first class to Mecca First things first, ya know that's discipline playa
Giving back to moms and pops for all these years Trying to raise a kid up here like they do down there Heads to the sky, clear when it comes to my fam Groceries they know I supply in whatever demand Now can I live
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
Esperanzados a que Yo caiga, y si caigo Sigo mi camino Yo me integro, no asimilo
Ya he ganado suficiente Mis tatuajes los llevo hasta la muerte Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Mis ojos no ven todo No soy ejemplo de nada
Las palabras a seguir las estrellas para admirar No las indico yo Si no puedo aprender no te puedo enseñar Esta claro no?
Que lo que digo y lo que hago aquà Es criticado, comparado, exagerado, asà Que lo mejor es ignorar, superar y conseguir Lo importante para mÃ.
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
No thoughts just mass confusion No rest 'cause we chase empty illusions Is it my mind thinking or my heart speaking Maybe I'm just stressed out, it's probably that
Mom's always yelling where you been And pop's saying rap ain't gon' pay the rent So stressed when I gotta do this shit 'Cause at the same time I'm working from 10 to 6
Many things on my mind I can't think straight Sometimes I wanna quit but maybe it's too late Or maybe I'm weak and afar from debate Or maybe it's just God pushing me towards my faith
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
Damn, I don't know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe For your own good
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