Hope

作词 : Jaden/Peder Losnegård

作曲 : Jaden/Peder Losnegård

Baby girl I just hope

Part I

When I grow up I can know the ropes

I'm never selling my soul

Guess we won't know until we know

So all I can do is hope, hope, hope

All I can do is hope

When I die leave a note

Until then I just hope, hope

I'm about to switch it on you all

My shoes are bleeding with the blood of Martin Luther King

These ain't no Louboutin

This is for Tuff Gong

This is for activists riding in Teflon

With a bulletproof vest on

This is for MSFTS who know that i'm serious

This is for all the delirious kids

Who can live inside a prison pyramid

There's kids in prison, are you hearing this?

But lately this is not a conspiracy

I don't label myself a conspiracist

I need a therapist look, Fahrenheit 451

Building seven wasn't hit and there's more **** to come

The pentagon is on a run

I just hope I go to heaven when this **** is done

Business is business I get it

I'm just wishing all these prisons

Was not independent

Lobbyists are in the senate

Lobbying to make it obvious

Innocent people are prosecuted for a living

I talked to Judas in my vision your ******** is done

I'll be Martin Luther in a minute

Once all the products in the kitchen

Why do you even get passionate when you be spitting?

You know they don't even listen

They care about YSL

And putting lean up in their fridges

And wearing crosses like they're Christian

When playing chess and I'm the bishop

I've just ran out of ammunition baby

But I'm still on a mission

Your verses sound like dirty dishes

And that's just a joke

Well baby all I do is hope

Baby all I do is hope

I'm never selling my soul

Yeah we'll never know until we know

Baby all I do is hope, hope, hope

Baby all I do is hope

When I crawl my body knows the ropes

And I'm never selling my soul (no, no, no)

And I'm never selling my soul (no, no, no, no, no, no)

Selling my soul (no, no, no)

Part II

Gloomy gloomy days in Calabasas

Cities on the maps and now it's hella ratchets

MSFTS soldier with my stripes and badges

Shouldn't plug the clique but that's just automatic

Got her number there, well what's her name?

Never hit her up but I'm so glad to have it

In case a lonely day she'll fall upon me

I can make a call and we can share some magic

Got a psychopathic flow I'm scared of snapping

Hit them into the back and they don't know what happened

So subliminal that they didn't know

Smooth Criminal, call me Michael Jackson

I would die for this, a suicidal passion

You and I were simply too aloud to have had it

Girl, my ego had to die, ego had to fly

I'm just really glad this room is padded

Because I'm going harder than a running back

Once I get it all, I ain't coming back

Girl I guess we'll never talk again

Well I didn't know that you wanted that

Could've left you with them other kids

Would've helped us with a lot of suffering

Now I'm hanging out with mutual friends

And they just do a lot of wandering

You want the comma, comma, comma, comma

I ain't want the drama, drama, drama, drama

Take you anywhere in the world you wanna go

Baby you're my pseudo babymama

Me and you a gang, gang, gang, gang

No bandana, that's no problem

Feeling cooler than a fanna'

Run through where you wanna baby

First look through the valley

I can feel your body

Laying right beside me

First look through the valley

Girl I swear you got me

I can feel your body

I can feel your real side of you

I feel your soul

Kiss me through the grills

Go where we go on and on

On, and on, and on

Hey... Syre... Who is she?

So... do you party much?