Erik Flowchild - Distractions Lyrics
feat. Enuma(Verse)It's like, even though I'm up for the taskI haven't done itI rather cash in on some ass, keep it comingThen after hit some meat from the stash, keep it a hundidAnd I feel that you can mash up fo' you black, and you bluntedComing from me, that's hard to stomachBut lately I've been runnin' from me, like I be summin'Like summin' is tellin' me to do nothin'Duckin', I'm doin' nothin' bout itBluffin' through every discussion and gettin' nothin out it(Hook)Round and rund I goWher eis my passion?Gettin' distracted, I knowI'm going backwards(Verse)It's like, even though you started the job, you haven't finishedSo your destiny is gettin' robbed like every minuteAnd though the rest obey that you're on, it's not officialYou run along, saying it's wrong and do it differentYou're not alone, you see, this world is nuts,We all distracted by the things that lead the world to usBut our gage is wrong, it's something dangerousWithout a change in all, talk about an aid in love***** tryna keep the Earth spinnin', you dizzy with yo' friendsAnd niggas on the streets is busy with revengeAnd women in the sheets get freaked until they pregoYou make your boys out of your good words, you pedoFollowing them girls, used to let us, while the motherOf your girls tries to heal, cause she set up for your ass(?)And your ass is distracted a littleAnd asking these kids who's your dad, it's a riddleWhen they gotta ask to themselves in the middle of a classThat he probably ain't gon' passThe fiddle with the notion, but lemme move on, we all struggle with devotionIt takes too long, so why practice?The television's blasting, ain't nobody falling the plugAnd misaligning the club, you're bypassingYou could have done things, but you aren't, thoughLooking at dumb things on your smart phoneI run it how you miss what you;re callin' thisSome of you know, and you still won't put your all in it(Hook)Round and rund I goWher eis my passion?Gettin' distracted, I knowI'm going backwards(Verse)Like Sam Cooke, I'm full of song, but I'm still rough around the edgesLike a bullet whole, it gets tougher round my heades,But you wouldn't knowThe witness could have stuck to be pathethic if I couldn't blowIt's a hard row staying focused on flowsI get distracted, like every one one of these hoesI should be rappin'But rappers while they all on my dough, I tell her keep her clothes onBut now they all onmy flow, they make it happen, nigga
