Текст Chris Webby – The Stickup

Skrizzly Adams:
See, time goes by but I swear that it’s stalling
I’ve had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I’ve been praying for the calling

Chris Webby:
Na-na-nah hold the phone
All those years I rode alone
Weight of the world on my shoulder bones
(Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock)
But it feels like no one’s home
I been on the same shit
Going through these changes
But I haven’t seen a change-up on my credit statements
Everyone walked all over me (all over me)
And I let em
Let the wrong people get close to me (get close to me)
But I learned my lesson
And they left me here with these broken dreams (with these broken dreams)
So I swept ’em
And this dustpan in one hand while the other one’s grabbing a weapon
Through the depression, self-reflection, poor training, and misdirection
From coaches I put my trust in but fuck ’em I’ll never sweat ’em
I promise I’ll never let you
Pass the position I currently live in-
I’m lapping you in my sweatsuit
Hand the baton right over the line-
I’m leaving this bitch with a medal (with a medal)

Skrizzly Adams:
See, time goes by but I swear that it’s stalling
I’ve had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I’ve been praying for the calling
Chips all in
Steal the game
Steal the game

Chris Webby:
I-I-I-I been feeling stalled out
Hit home runs and I fouled out
Been broke as hell and I balled out (true)
Conditioned to run that long route
Got the stamina and endurance (yeah)
To handle any occurrence
From the showtimes to the low times
My skill set’s my insurance (oooh)
I won’t back down and I won’t run (nah)
Unless we talkin’ bout the track
Even Yoda said I’m that Rouge One when The Empire Strikes Back
Imma just snap (Imma just snap)
This is the warm-up (this is the warm-up)
Put the team on my back (on my back)
Technique and my form up
Believe when I warn ya
Fillin’ up my bag, I
Came to empty your stash spot
Put the key in that padlock
You got five minutes and that clock’s tickin’
Don’t be a hero don’t fidget or move
I’m not really in the mood
Cause I came here to take everything
And that’s exactly what I’m gon’ do
No fucks given no competition, nah
No I won’t lose
Can’t fuck with him, my intuition is
From a third-eye view (ye-yeah)
Don’t feel the same, my feelings changed
My adversaries gon’ feel the pain
When they tune in and they hear my name-
On that broadcast when I steal the game (bang)

Skrizzly Adams:
See, time goes by but I swear that it’s stalling
I’ve had it all, but it all just feels the same
No lie, I’ve been praying for the calling
Chips all in
Steal the game
Steal the game