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I'm So...
89
W trasie
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór I'm So... został wydany 1 stycznia 1996 przez The Corrupt Conglomerate jako część albumu Strictly Platinum
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Data wydania1 stycznia 1996
WytwórniaThe Corrupt Conglomerate
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM181

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

Tekst Utworu

Woke up one morning, I was really depressed
That kinda day when gettin' dressed
Is like the hardest fuckin' thing that you could ever imagine
Suckin hard yeah I was cold tragin
So I tried to make myself feel better
Called up my friend Kim, and then I met her
'Cause she always makes me feel just a little bit stronger
And I needed advice, wonder if I was wrong for
Splittin' with my baby, it was almost two years
Which is a lot, you know, in dog years!
But anyway, I wrote enough songs about him in our day
So I'm gonna stop now and put it away in the back of my brain
And tell you 'bout the other shit I have to complain about that day
Picked up the guitar tried to play
Couldn't get past the chord A
And E and C, and fuck, it was boring
All of a sudden there's a knock at the door, and it was my old neighbor
Who wakes me up every mornin 7: 30 AM
Ridin her exercycle blastin Lite FM
(But be careful, darling, when you go far)
But she tells me I gotta keep it down
I give up, I'm so down, down
I hate where I be livin' on Clinton Street
The other day I saw a dead guy lyin' under a sheet
And these 14-year-old pushers tryin' to sell me dope
And the fuckin' salsa music I can't even cope
I used to really love livin' on the Lower East Side
But when I walk down the street, yo', pussy, need a ride?
Is what I hear from every mac muthafucker givin hassles
Yo punk, I ain't a stripper, you see some tassels?
Crawlin' all over the apartment are cockroaches and moths
And my ex-boyfriend says I act like David Lee Roth
All these record labels calling but they don't produce the cash
Yo, boy, shave that goatee and, uh, then call me back
I'm working two different jobs, and I'm always fuckin' broke
Eatin tofu everyday and, uh, maybe a coke
Feelin down feelin bad feelin slow like a turtle
C'mon get me off the mike because I'm frontin like Urkel!
You okay?
We're just tripping specs on me, baby! (Oh, yeah)
I love the dance floor (oh, yeah)
Turn it off!
Written by: Princess Superstar
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