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KARMA
28
Hip-Hop/Rap
KARMA was released on July 31, 2020 by Spretbot Syndicate as a part of the album KARMA - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2020
LabelSpretbot Syndicate
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM111

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
shue
shue
Performer
Kiyanosh Sahebi
Kiyanosh Sahebi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
shue
shue
Songwriter
Kiyanosh Sahebi
Kiyanosh Sahebi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
shue
shue
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What's goin' on?
I might buy an island for me and my momma
Might run this shit, yeah, I feel like Obama
Don't even sweat it, I sleep in the sauna
And I stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 2]
Might buy an island for me and my momma
Might run this shit, yeah, I feel like Obama
Don't even sweat it, I sleep in the sauna
And I stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 3]
I just wrote a check to my motherfucking self
Tired of givin' undeserved help
Doesn't ever end well
My pen hell, tread lightly
Tryna make that money that make the government like me
Break bread, then take heads type
You dead likely
I'm so clearly the villain, studio made 'em rewrite me, uh
I always knew what I might be
Always knew what I could be
And that was just more exciting
I went from karma to Kama Sutra
Fucked myself over in whatever way to suit ya
Bought myself a Rover in my dreams
I used to feel like Hova in my dreams
Now I'm like a chauffeur in Nova Scotia
Workin' minimum wage, wonderin' when my shift's over
I'ma probably dip, soldier
So much guac they call me the dip soldier
Huh, I'm sorry you had to hear that
[Verse 4]
What's goin' on?
I might buy an island for me and my momma
Might run this shit, yeah, I feel like Obama
Don't even sweat it, I sleep in the sauna
And I stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 5]
Might buy an island for me and my momma
Might run this shit, yeah, I feel like Obama
Don't even sweat it, I sleep in the sauna
And I stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 6]
Keep the flow schizophrenic just to fuck with you
Market yourself to the percentage that'll fuck with you
Sell a pound every verse till they fuck with you
Man, I'm so unloved, I'm a public school
Pardon my passion for eatin' more than my ration
See, I was taught to be hungry, but I ignored how to ration
Paranoia in passin', my rationale in a casket
But who's askin'?
Stop hatin' yourself, this shit harassment, pass it
Tried makin' my hate more of a past-tense
Can't hate greatness, but fuck it, I'll take my chances
Speakin' of greatness, shout the Costanza's
Lord of the Idiots, but that's standard
Where's my stand-in?
They need a candid
Can-do attitudes till they canned it and left us stranded
I've never felt more Iranian, abandoned
Speak out on the government
Go home to find the band dead
[Verse 7]
Mom built a suit of armor from her trauma
While I stopped believin' in karma
While I stopped believin' in karma
While I stopped believin' in
[Verse 8]
Mom built a suit of armor from her trauma
While I stopped believin' in karma
I just stopped believin' in karma
I just stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 9]
I'ma buy a brand new Lexus
Drive that bitch straight through Texas
Find a white guy who don't really like guys
Make him my sugar baby till he ghost me like zeitgeist
I'm cappin' like, "Ay, ay"
What is karma?
So much sauce, he ordered the chicken parma
Of course, and he dropped dead, I stay calm for the corpse
I tell him I'm famous, I got Akon doin' my chores
He's like, "Then why you wearin' Kmart shorts?"
Goddamn it, I kind of assumed you would've fell for it
I just bought a goat to try and understand myself more
He said, "Boy, you gotta sell more"
Now I'm like an ethnic on the phone
He's like, "Why you gotta yell for?"
'Cause I'm hurt
Puttin' all this dirt and the game won't even flirt
Why you not impressed? I mean, I wore my clean shirt
I'm a fiend, make your dreams seem like a scene on the big screen
Then a feature, that's three acts in a sixteen
Relapse for the next scene
Be back when I get clean
Weed act like a vaccine
Be careful how they frame your pain up on the flat screen
Say less
They'll take your story as well as your cadence
Sorry to keep you waitin'
I needed me a hiatus
Patience, see I'm just tryna make sure that you hate us
[Verse 10]
What's goin' on?
I might buy an island for me and my momma
Might run this shit, yeah, I feel like Obama
Don't even sweat it, I sleep in the sauna
And I stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 11]
Might buy an island for me and my momma
Might run this shit, yeah, I feel like Obama
Don't even sweat it, I sleep in the sauna
And I stopped believin' in karma
[Verse 12]
And I stopped believin' in karma
While I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin'
I stopped, I stopped
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in karma
I stopped believin' in
I stopped believin'
I stopped believin' in karma
Written by: Jordan Shue, Kiyanosh Sahebi
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