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Minds Made Up - текст песни
Mind's Made Up
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
I've made up my mind for a lifetime
Bring in the verse and let's go
I think I've gotta be the most indecisive person I know
That incident I can't forget about in Paris, France
I spent seven hours pickin' out a pair of pants
I'm just a rapper, a bastard child
But sometimes, I think my brain is on backwards
After a while, I'll finally come to a decision or two
It's kinda funny what a 90/20 vision'll do
Like this one time, I must've set the time
One hour too late, woke up at a quarter to 8
I had to be at work in fifteen
But it takes me forty-five minutes just to get clean
After showerin' another half-an-hour when
I iron a shirt, you've gotta try it, it works
I'm tryin' to find an excuse to not go to work, but instead
I swallowed my pride and got out of bed
Funky as hell
Now I'm at my baby mom's house
If this chick gets to actin' crazy, I'm out
Kinda mad another nigga treats her better than I did
But I'm here to see my kid
Me and Zoe playin' patty-cake
I put her to sleep, and now I'm wantin' something to eat
So I'm in the kitchen lookin' for a plate
I look up and my baby mama's standin' in the doorway
She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way
Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay"
Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave
But she'd be calling me for weeks
And I wouldn't be able to breathe
All I want is mashed potatoes and greens
Apple juice, where the cups at?
Shorty grabbed my nutsack, panties fell down to the floor
Ahhh, fuck it; just listen out for the door
Man, pass me a towel
D. Swain, and I'm back as
The phat trackmaker, for paper
I would razor-blade your black ass
But don't think for a second that I'm clueless
Just because I'm inconclusive, get a clue bitch
But before I let you go, true story:
I was rockin' at this show and everyone was rootin' for me
But this one guy was booin' at the top of his lungs
Being rude and obnoxious, son
So I finish my set, walk off the stage and I get
The same lame nigga in my face, making a threat
He said go back to the Gap, because my flow was wack
And my beats are trash, what kind of critique is that?
A bad decision would've meant I had to listen to him
But if I did then I'd be missin' music
It's been a year to the day that I took that chance
I made up my mind to rap and I ain't look back since
Yo that's real talk man
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