Monday, November 18, 2013

Lyrics: SPM - People

Lyrics For SPM's "People" Song From His "The Son Of Norma" Album.



Verse 1:
I Put Dro In Gars
Put Coke In Jars
Gotta Stay On My Toes
So I Don't Do Bars
I Sip Syrup
But If I Get Sleepy
I Put My Jewelry In My Pocket
And I Head To My Tipi
Got Money & Power
Not A Bark Or A Growler
In The Game With No Ref
But We Bury A Fouler
Moonlight Howler
In A New Product
South Park Freestyler
Not A Police Dollar
Make More Bread Than The Deli
Burn Rubber & Belly
Nigga Might Put A Dinner
Peanut Butter & Jelly
And I Get So Much Head
Up In H-Town Night Clubs
I Guess I Can Honestly Say
That Life Sucks
Crib was A Mil.
Thats What It Costed
My Girl From London Called Me
A Cheatin' Bastard
No More Broke Mon'
Now Los So Strong
The World Showed More Fucken Love
Than A Slow Song

Chorus:
People Always Ask
The Same Question (Question)
Losy Why You Always So High?
(High, High)
If You Only Knew How I'm Stressin' (Stressin')
You Would Surely Understand Why
(Why, Why)

Verse 2:
I Meet A Fan & Be Trippin'
How They Squeeze My Hand
I Remember Chugging Busch
And I'd Keep The Can
Houston Bum
All I Had Was A Stupid Gun
In Seven Trash Bags
Of Aluminum
In The Club
I Be Trying To Dance
But I Look Like My Gramps
When He Fell In The Plants
And My Abuela Didn't Think It Was Funny
I Was Tryin' To Hold My Laugh Down
Deep In My Tummy
My Whole Family Get Drunk & Crunk
Then Wake Up In The Morning
Like What The Fuck?
Eyes Bloodshot
Head Hurtin' & What Not
2 Hours Later
Shootin' Pool At The Thug Spot
25 Dudes & About 9 Chicks
And They Wonder Why
We Always Fightin' & Shit
I Blast You Varmints
Like The Boy Yosemity
Just Step
If You Wanna Test
My Authenticity

Chorus:
People Always Ask
The Same Question (Question)
Losy Why You Always So High?
(High, High)
If You Only Knew
How I'm Stressin' (Stressin')
You Would Surely Understand Why
(Why, Why)

Verse 3:
Me I'm Gettin' High
While My Broad Gettin' Low
Driving Down Martin Luther King
Very Slow
An Enemy Is Gonna Catch It Like The Flu
One, Two, Maybe Three
What The 4-5 Will Do
Clean It Up
Wrap The Boy In A Sheet
Cause You Can't Just Leave Em
All Twisted On The Streets
Some Sad, Some Happy
With That Girl Jackie
While My Cousin At The War
Trying To Help The Iraqi
Living Under Pressure
I Pray For The Soldier
Right Across The Street
While She Laid On The Sofa
My Best Friends Died
Or Got Shot In A Drive-By
Thank God She Lived
But The Scars Never Quite Died
Lord Help Me
Tight Fists Around The Clip
I Feel Like I Can't Breath
I Need Revenge For This Shit
Everytime I Turn Around I'm Tested
As I Roll Another Blunt
Out This Ounce I'm Blessed With

Chorus:
People Always Ask
The Same Question (Question)
Losy Why You Always So High?
(High, High)
If You Only Knew
How I'm Stressin' (Stressin')
You Would Surely Understand Why
(Why, Why)

Outro:
One Time, One Time
Lord Help Me (Lord Help Me, Lord Help Me)
One Time, One Time
Lord Help Me (Lord Help Me, Lord Help Me)
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