The Cauldron - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

The Cauldron - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Альбом
Kismet
Год
2013
Язык
`English`
Длительность
240620

Below is the lyrics of the song The Cauldron , artist - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire with translation

Lyrics " The Cauldron "

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The Cauldron

Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

Beer goggles, fear nada

My tears dry slow

Used to stay up 'til 1am

Just to watch the Apollo

Used to be scared to sleep

My mother might be dead when I woke

Reminiscin', heavy visions

Gave me chills while I wrote

Parasuco’s, late night

Ironing my school clothes

Cut party, bumpin' NEXT

«Baby Getting' Too Close»

We was only humpin'

I was suckin' titties then

Then shit got serious

All my niggas hustlin'

I was broke as fuck

My best friend was gettin' money

2.5 had the Porsche

The GS, we was stuntin'

Played my little songs in his Range

We was frontin'

Young, totin' guns just for fun

Never bust 'em

Hypnotic and Hennessy

Enemies, we jumped them

Rumbling in the jungle

While we stumblin'

Wondering, what we done

To become hunted

Jumped in the Devil’s cauldron

With the dumplings

From then, my only function been malfunction

(Rhythmic Gibberish)

My dick floatin' in the bubble bath

Plottin' out my future

Reflectin' on my past

Livin' the now, cause the now is perfect

You can’t spoil now

The just then, she took off her towel

Gave me head like she worship me

Like we was married in a past life

Like she was readin' me my last rites

Gift and a curse, it’s your worst

Usurped in inertia

Your persistent peril

To quench your thirst for nirvana

Condoms and sewer water, filled with regrets

I moved and put no furniture in my crib

Suffocated by my success

My destiny sweats

Skewing my vision,?

Fuel my indecision

I ain’t dissin', I’m just venting

Fuck that nigga

That whole shit was my fault

For deferring from my mission

Tell my niggas, never count my money

Tell these leechin' ass bitches

Stay the fuck from me

Tell my OGs I love them

Never doubt my judgement

I got some things in my head

That I can’t discuss with them

And that’s hard

Bombarded by bombs

They can blow your ass apart

My moms got cancer, told me when I got off tour

And it put in perspective what was most important

With 'em chasin'

The fuckin'?

that I’m caught in

Deals with Satan

The same shit I was avoiding

Became the same shit I turned around and deemed important

I need my soul

Badly eatin' at my sanity

My inner sanctum’s being sacrificed for vanity

See, I’m forgettin' who I am

Or who I planned to be

And all my niggas ain’t no help

They just as scared as me

Remember 'fore ?, swore we’d never change, y’all

Now we all afraid to talk

But got the same thoughts

Perplexin' how you can have everything you want

But at the same time have nothin' at all

I don’t need nobody’s approval

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