Текст песни Main Source - Looking At The Front Door

Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1990
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Main Source
Альбом: Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1990
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We fight every night now that's not kosher I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer And wake up to be greeted by an argument again You act like you're ten So immature I try to concentrate on a cure And keep lookin' at the front door Thinkin' if I were to evacuate You'd probably be straighter than straight And wouldn't have so much hate 'Cause you don't know the pain I feel when I see you smilin' And when I roll up you start wilin' So I front like everything's hunky-dory But it's a whole different story You don't like the fact that I'm me I don't put on a show When it comes time for you to have company And your friends don't understand your choice of man They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can But regardless, you shouldn't have to be so raw I'm lookin' at the front door I'm lookin' at the front door Baby, I'm lookin' at the front door I'm lookin' at the front door And when you're with your friends, I glide to the side Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time But when they're not around, the fights commence I'm the one you're against and it doesn't make sense 'Cause I'm the one that you claim to love for life But all I get is gray hairs and strife And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role And get foul every time you lose control But that's not my order of operations So I should win an award for lots of patience 'Cause that's all a fella can have With a girl who's shootin' up his world like Shaft And I don't think that I can take it anymore I'm lookin' at the front door My friends always tell me how I'm lucky to possess The best looking girl in the whole U.S. But every time you scream, you blow your finesse Tryin' to dis the Profess- Or twenty-four hours of acting sore Sometimes I wish you'd come down with lockjaw So I don't have to take in the breakin' You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon It seems like just two years Back when we were bonded and not pierced But now I keep itchin' to jet Sitting' in the chair just to stare, set to sprint Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint I say it now like I said it before I'm lookin' at the front door
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