My Yout Songtext
von Joey Bada$$ feat. Collie Buddz

Badman Ting

Uh, just put it in the air
Light that loud and watch disappear here
Thoughts at the speed of light years, I could see the light
Yeah, this is the right year made the flow, yeah

Clear and easy to steer in space and time, erasing fine
Amazing in the maze of clichés
Each day weighs out enlightenment
Niggas blacked out ′cause I got ultra violent

Now, my wave lengths to the radio waves
Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change (change)
My patio the same, but I ain't even got to tell ′em that
Poppy leave 'em dimes at my welcome mat

Get high as heavens, hope hell never come back
I'm like 5′11, but have angelic contact
The devil jealous in fact, ′cause I rebel the spells
With a letter to God, I swear you know me so well


This one time, I said, lord, would you help?
Some short time after see my music on the shelf
And of course, I gotta thank myself

My wealth is in my happiness and mine
And not my pocket health in its ashes
If you don't even think sometimes
If its passion and relationships synchronize

Drownin′ inside her, true eyes is to the higher
I don't drink too much, I know the bud wiser
It′s the livest one, Bedford-Stuyvesant

Yo, dogs, I got the loud (loud)
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky-high, my sky-high, ay
Sky-high, sky-high

Yo, dogs, I got the loud (loud)
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky-high, my sky-high, ay
Sky-high, sky-high

Uh, one hand on the mac, one hand on my sac
I'm thinking to myself, what if I handed it back
But I gotta hand it to myself, I′m handling rap
Handsome versin' that's like hand-to-hand combat rehearsin′


I got eight arms, nigga
Disarm your favorite rapper, he won′t come back
Made flex drop eight times, nigga, on contact
Whine that like eight times, gotta keep it G, this for my masons

Figure it out, eight times, the average of mind
I may sign with ya, I don't like limelight
But I′ll shine with ya, bitch, I gotta eat I might dine with ya
Yeah, I got bars, but I'm like Akon with ya

Convict music for real, this industry gives me chills
′Cause in the streets I'm chill, but still heating up for a mill
I′m like so real, life is so surreal
Sosa already got sealed for the way he revealed

Taking hold of pitchforks still, but I will never yield
In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal
'Cause I'm thinking like a deal could get me living swell for real
But if I Skyfall, thinking ideal

Yo, dogs, I got the loud (loud)
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky-high, my sky-high, ay
Sky-high, sky-high

Yo, dogs, I got the loud (loud)
Blow the smoke straight up to the cloud like
I sky-high, my sky-high, ay
Sky-high, sky-high

And I′m gone, hitting knowledge
And I′m hitting the strong
I've been hurting way too long
And I can′t wait too long

And I'm gone, hitting knowledge
As I′m hitting the strong
I've been hurting way too long
I can′t wait too long
I've been hurting way too long
Can't wait too long