Be a King

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Hey, everybody My name is E-Dubble, their name is PJ Harvey Let's go My momma told me Yeah, Black Paisley My momma told me Uh huh, yeah, come on [Chorus] My momma told me One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king And my poppa told me It's okay to sing when shit hurts Don't forget your dreams 'Cause they'll get you through this So-called life, they call living but I call it strange And I bet I'll do it 'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain [Verse 1] Yeah, ayy Mr. sunshine, Mr. rainstorm Meet me in the conference room we need to brainstorm Need some middle ground, need an even keel But you're at war picking sides give me fever chills I'll take em' both like my flu shot broke I need the give and take to keep me out of that moat My head above water thoughts to those lost this week All these tragedies stay on repeat Like we can't shake shit, I can't speak on it Fist to the sky but I can't beat on it Drink in my cup so I'm gon' sip on it Cam Newton's prolly pissed, he can't stiff arm him All these levels of these relative problems And benevolence is elegance for those who can solve them I'm feelin' pretty low like I'm stuck at the bottom But I know I'll rebound like the Bulls with Rodman I am, just exactly what I will be Just a guy who can rhyme 'n' chop ill beats One day I'll recover from what ails me 'Til then I'm on that fuck-- what the sales be [Chorus] My momma told me One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king And my poppa told me It's okay to sing when shit hurts Don't forget your dreams 'Cause they'll get you through this So-called life, they call living but I call it strange And I bet I'll do it 'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain [Verse 2] They talk about death, we're tryna live life While they're signal says left but they really goin' right But who cares they got nothing to improve upon Meanwhile we past them, fast lane, Rubicon So let the shitstorm rang in They try to dap us up, but we just leave 'em hanging' Yeah- so let em' catch up with the language They can talk shit but you know that we can manage Uh, they say they tired of the metaphors They are only pissed that they never really ready for 'em Uh, so go ahead and get ready for em' Pop another bottle cuz' you gonna' need a steady arm Uh, it's like we're living in the Tron Game Lines are all blurred 'cause we're sippin on the Bombay Uh, John Stock versus LeBron James No competition when you factor in the time change Babe Ruth sucks, fuck what the books say I could strike him out with three pitches in an arm sling Yeah, and we can do anything Momma said it's true and I put that on everything [Chorus] My momma told me One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king And my poppa told me It's okay to sing when shit hurts Don't forget your dreams 'Cause they'll get you through this So-called life, they call living but I call it strange And I bet I'll do it 'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain [Bridge] We don't ask for the doors to close in this life So we hoping... they keep em' open And if they shut those doors we'll smash the skylight 'Til it's broken... and smell the roses Need to take that time to find our own road So we focused... on what's golden And our gold don't shine it's not from no mine So we're not just living for a token [Chorus] My momma told me One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king And my poppa told me It's okay to sing when shit hurts Don't forget your dreams 'Cause they'll get you through this So-called life, they call living but I call it strange And I bet I'll do it 'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain My momma told me One day I'ma grow up big and I'ma be a king And my poppa told me It's okay to sing when shit hurts Don't forget your dreams 'Cause they'll get you through this So-called life, they call living but I call it strange And I bet I'll do it 'Cause I'm on my way and strong enough that I can shake the pain [Outro] Yeah, Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody Happy March Madness, hope your bracket's doin' well Happy birthday to my pops It was yesterday, but still counts Um... Black Paisley Records, my name is E-Dubble I hope everyone's doin' well If you haven't copped a mixtape, writtenthursday.com Facebook.com/EdubHipHop Twitter.com/EdubHipHop And um, it's 3:32 PM on Thursday, March 17th and I haven't even had a drink yet today This is, this is stupid... Um, let's see here, West Virginia University advances in the NCAA bracket past Clemson 84-76, okay, congratulations 41 minutes ago Let's see, is there anything a little more recent... Is there anything... This is the proof of life, this is when I hold up the newspaper You know, I was supposed to be doing paperwork all day today Barker's gonna be pissed... but, instead, I made a song Oh, and shout out to PJ Harvey for the sample I hear she recorded that album in like a church or something So anyway, see you guys later We'll see you, take care