Break the Cycle Songtext
von Big Sean
Break the Cycle Songtext
Come and lift me up
Funny how niggas tend to believe more than what happened
I mean, really, do we look like inglorious bastards? (Come and lift me up)
Lena Waithe told me I was the black Brad Pitt
I wasn′t too fond of that title, flatterin' as it is
I mean, really though, that′s what you think of my rep?
That's what they're sayin′ ′bout me, quiet as kept?
Like I just go from one star to another star
Like I'm drawin′ out a constellation, or
Go from one hoe to another, like I'm shootin′ par
That ain't me at all
I really had to stop what I was doin′ and start retracin' my steps
And had to break some cycles
Sometimes you don't always win it as much as you′d like to
But they can′t see you out here panickin'
You can′t expect it to change, doin' the same, that′s insanity
They catch me on the Canon, movin' candidly
And even though I′m out the frame, they pan to me
But I'm so on, that I'm well off
I only ever fell back, not fell off
Fuck it, it′s just a different cycle (oh)
Sometimes you gotta go through a different cycle
Cycle, cycle
Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain′t even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle (different cycle...)
Ooh, come and lift me up
I′m sayin' (ooh, yeah)
How about instead of tearin′ me down, you- (come and lift me up)
Yeah, how 'bout that? (Ooh)
Look, I got trauma that I haven′t dealt with
I got feelings that I haven't gelled with
I got a lot of girls that wanna get up and meet
And have a conversation with me, after they melt quick
But I can't do that to my baby, I′m too solid (mm-hm)
I mean, so solid, to the point, huh, that my homeboy is The Rock
Shit, you′re thrivin' over gossip, you the type to lose faith and stop it
I′m climin' the mountain, even if I can′t see the top of it
Livin' the highs, thrivin′ the lows
Understand that's a whole different control
I done hit, baby, that's mission control
Ulterior motives that′s gettin′ exposed
Not enough money to give 'em my soul
I set the standards, you live up to those
Life speakin′ through me, it's not morse code
I cut you off, ′cause I'm really that cold
Tryin′ to go stone-cold on me, but I'm hot
American dollar crashin' out, but I′m not
This that prime time, baby, I′m in that time slot
Comin' to you live, swear these niggas is dyin′ to watch
So fuckin' busy, she can′t tell if I'm lyin′ or not
I just got to get this shit, I'm on a different cycle
Ooh, come and lift me up
Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I′m on a different cycle
How about instead of tearin′ me down, you- (come and lift me up)
Oh, God (How?)
Aye, aye, I went and bought my mama a Benz'
And then I bought myself one, and she like, "Look, we twins"
Nice watch, baby boy, but watch how you spend
And make sure that it′s a write-off, I just wanna see you right off
And before you leave that mansion, make sure you cut the lights off
Mama, I know, like, "I don't work for every dollar of my own"
She know I got the heart of Joe and the mind of Mildred
And the rest of the OG′s that's woven all through my soul
In spirit, fuck it, I had to break the cycle
Break the cycle of us thinkin′ we don't have enough, you know?
Livin' in the illusion of scarcity
She never got her Chanel, but I broke the cycle
Yeah, and I had to get her a red one, ′cause she a delta
And she used to be a flight attendant on Delta, for real
I′m a grown man
But I had to break the cycle
Yes, I did, yeah
I said, "I'm a grown man," break the cycle
Yo, what′s up, my brother?
Great to hear from you, man
So a few things, most importantly, uh, that sounds amazing
Your baby boy's nine months old and thriving, I love hearing that
And I′m sure that you're an inspired artist to begin with
Like right out of the gates
But I′m sure holding your baby boy
Gives you a whole new perspective on this new evolution
Of what inspiration means, right?
So I'm sure, man, I'm sure your motivation and inspiration
Is through the roof every time you hold your baby boy
And what′s cool is your baby boy at nine months
Is already almost bigger than Kevin Hart
So, that′s, that's really cool, haha
Alright, my brother, love you, man
And I′m so happy for you, man, can't wait to see your baby boy
Okay, bye
Funny how niggas tend to believe more than what happened
I mean, really, do we look like inglorious bastards? (Come and lift me up)
Lena Waithe told me I was the black Brad Pitt
I wasn′t too fond of that title, flatterin' as it is
I mean, really though, that′s what you think of my rep?
That's what they're sayin′ ′bout me, quiet as kept?
Like I just go from one star to another star
Like I'm drawin′ out a constellation, or
Go from one hoe to another, like I'm shootin′ par
That ain't me at all
I really had to stop what I was doin′ and start retracin' my steps
And had to break some cycles
Sometimes you don't always win it as much as you′d like to
But they can′t see you out here panickin'
You can′t expect it to change, doin' the same, that′s insanity
They catch me on the Canon, movin' candidly
And even though I′m out the frame, they pan to me
But I'm so on, that I'm well off
I only ever fell back, not fell off
Fuck it, it′s just a different cycle (oh)
Sometimes you gotta go through a different cycle
Cycle, cycle
Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain′t even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle (different cycle...)
Ooh, come and lift me up
I′m sayin' (ooh, yeah)
How about instead of tearin′ me down, you- (come and lift me up)
Yeah, how 'bout that? (Ooh)
Look, I got trauma that I haven′t dealt with
I got feelings that I haven't gelled with
I got a lot of girls that wanna get up and meet
And have a conversation with me, after they melt quick
But I can't do that to my baby, I′m too solid (mm-hm)
I mean, so solid, to the point, huh, that my homeboy is The Rock
Shit, you′re thrivin' over gossip, you the type to lose faith and stop it
I′m climin' the mountain, even if I can′t see the top of it
Livin' the highs, thrivin′ the lows
Understand that's a whole different control
I done hit, baby, that's mission control
Ulterior motives that′s gettin′ exposed
Not enough money to give 'em my soul
I set the standards, you live up to those
Life speakin′ through me, it's not morse code
I cut you off, ′cause I'm really that cold
Tryin′ to go stone-cold on me, but I'm hot
American dollar crashin' out, but I′m not
This that prime time, baby, I′m in that time slot
Comin' to you live, swear these niggas is dyin′ to watch
So fuckin' busy, she can′t tell if I'm lyin′ or not
I just got to get this shit, I'm on a different cycle
Ooh, come and lift me up
Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?
That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I′m on a different cycle
How about instead of tearin′ me down, you- (come and lift me up)
Oh, God (How?)
Aye, aye, I went and bought my mama a Benz'
And then I bought myself one, and she like, "Look, we twins"
Nice watch, baby boy, but watch how you spend
And make sure that it′s a write-off, I just wanna see you right off
And before you leave that mansion, make sure you cut the lights off
Mama, I know, like, "I don't work for every dollar of my own"
She know I got the heart of Joe and the mind of Mildred
And the rest of the OG′s that's woven all through my soul
In spirit, fuck it, I had to break the cycle
Break the cycle of us thinkin′ we don't have enough, you know?
Livin' in the illusion of scarcity
She never got her Chanel, but I broke the cycle
Yeah, and I had to get her a red one, ′cause she a delta
And she used to be a flight attendant on Delta, for real
I′m a grown man
But I had to break the cycle
Yes, I did, yeah
I said, "I'm a grown man," break the cycle
Yo, what′s up, my brother?
Great to hear from you, man
So a few things, most importantly, uh, that sounds amazing
Your baby boy's nine months old and thriving, I love hearing that
And I′m sure that you're an inspired artist to begin with
Like right out of the gates
But I′m sure holding your baby boy
Gives you a whole new perspective on this new evolution
Of what inspiration means, right?
So I'm sure, man, I'm sure your motivation and inspiration
Is through the roof every time you hold your baby boy
And what′s cool is your baby boy at nine months
Is already almost bigger than Kevin Hart
So, that′s, that's really cool, haha
Alright, my brother, love you, man
And I′m so happy for you, man, can't wait to see your baby boy
Okay, bye
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