Lyrics Quadeca – Freestyle On A Thursday Afternoon
Text:
Yeah
I said you were like a broken bone
Never really let it heal
Something that I don’t condone
So it broke some more
Now that shit’s so fucked I can’t replace it
Like my broken phone
Broken glass
Can’t find a G’ thats sparted overlast
Homie back on the overpass
Movin’ more than fast
Now I’m goin’ through my class like a walking dead
I keep fighting fire with more fire
I’m a talking head
She said that she wanna dance
I would rather talk instead
She wanted to follow me
I would rather block instead
Just released an album
But I need to do this song again
Turned around the corner
Feel the bounty that is on my head
Now to kill me
They just wanna come get me alive
They just wanna see me once
Don’t wanna go deep inside
I been in the public eye
Wonder why I even hide
It don’t fuckin matter
Realize that there was nothing they could even find
I just can’t investigate like motherfuckin’ CSI
Now I’m feelin’ free enough to make an eagle cry
One day they gonna put off my success
In an all-seeing eye
No more wifi so I had to get the notepad
Oh rad
I’m just trying to get to not so bad
Oh this music will expire
It could go bad
Those fads
Who’s gonna last when it all goes black?
