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jay spice - somewhere in a georgia forest كلمات الأغنية

verse 1 (klow):

somewhere in georgia forest, rollin dubies all the time that my only f-ckin crime
educated black man got a lot of problems, to smoke weed and sip lean that’s how i solve em, ballin, cause that sh-t keeps my mind at ease
sorry to my mom for all the court fees, this system oh my god it will bring you to yo knees, believing in courts, oh man n-gga please
i ain’t wit the f-ck sh-t, i ain’t no sucker
never love these b-tches cause they lookin for another
gd a n-gga real stressed, just striving for best, or else i’ll just end up like the rest
ah, that ain’t an option, really gon be poppin, yo girl gettin wet when she hear my tape is dropping, acworths best, so this is what hear, country little n-gga so i’m sippin on some beer, the wiser or corona, n-gga i’m a stoner
down a 12 pack then i’m on my way to bone her
alcohol sprits always in my coca cola
n-gga i’m bear but i’m black so i ain’t polar, hol up, back on my real sh-t
n-ggas need to feel this, man im realist, the system is corrupt
n-ggas outta luck, they always wonder why that we never wanted trump
f-ckin up the unity, dissin black communities
skipping all these lessons and i ain’t talkin bout truancy
open up yo eyes n-ggas this is what you see
never fight back, always tell yo -ss the plea
never get respect even if you got degrees
fighting tooth and nail just to pay yo f-ckin fees
drowning in these bills man this sh-t is like sea
open up yo eyes and this what you’ll see

hook:
somewhere in a georgia forest
running out of time and im lost up in my mind
i been going and a n-gga growing
searching for my shine im the only of my kind
but it’s hard when a n-gga locked up
it’s hard when a n-gga put down
it’s hard when you got nappy dreads
it’s hard when you running and you brown

verse 2 (t. jack):

i’ve been moving through the forest
i’ve been running through the meadows
late night jay leno
keep my vices with geppetto
i’m never the one to settle
you never gone be on level
your end is inevitable
3 n-ggas ed, edd, n eddy
you n-ggas better be ready but most of y’all just stay petty
wobble then see i’m steady
you steady bringin’ me down
i think i’m finding my sound
the one when you’re not around
that’s silence
gotta keep my mileage i gotta keep it on going
these n-ggas be trigger happy because they missin’ they pappy
these white kids they try to attack me because i’m the only blackie
they try to stack up the odds
stop me from going so far
don’t stop me from going hard, bumpin that cole in the car
i got a price on my head because a n-gga got dreads but there’s a brain in this head
they shoot me til i show death, they keep a count on my breath, they keep my checks in account
they keep the n-ggas in check and give the checks to the rest and tell us we should feel blessed they even give us the less and tell us strive for the best even though odds aren’t the best
so then we looking to rap or then we looking to trap
it’s either prison or cap whichever way that they choose, it’s really no looking back so if i fall as a victim just know the name is t. jack and i just preach to the choir
see i speak matter of fact
man i’m somewhere in the forest, there’s really no going back

[hook]

verse 3 (jay spice):

straight out from acworth where the crack worth
i bend my back backwards breaking promises my back hurt
from carrying ambition fishing for b-tches
with wishes of kissing the finest of women and meeting zendaya
my n-ggas can play up this fitness can wait up
i’m a monster, t. jack made the track but i’m a monster
i don’t drink no kool-aid i drink monster
i don’t sell no movies i sell concerts
b-tches always curving now they want some
now they now they want some chanel
hermes, prada, gucci, dior, lauren
don’t need romance, only slow dance, only more
epiphanies from elementary i see a century in time
flooding like the mediterranean my n-gga i been caving in
us need a savior but who saving it?
all yo role models just be famous and ain’t saying sh-t
the kids need a teacher education come with steeples of the law
we only selling reefah then we caught
25 to my life got me kneeling saying
god i feel stuck up in this city full of opps
full of bots, full of people who forgot that they crimes got me locked up –

[hook]

- jay spice

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