Erik Flowchild - Distractions lyrics

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Feat. Enuma

(Verse)

It's like, even though I'm up for the task

I haven't done it

I rather cash in on some ass, keep it coming

Then after hit some meat from the stash, keep it a hundid

And I feel that you can mash up fo' you black, and you blunted

Coming from me, that's hard to stomach

But 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 it

Bluffin' through every discussion and gettin' nothin out it

(Hook)

Round and rund I go

Wher eis my passion?

Gettin' distracted, I know

I'm going backwards

(Verse)

It's like, even though you started the job, you haven't finished

So your destiny is gettin' robbed like every minute

And though the rest obey that you're on, it's not official

You run along, saying it's wrong and do it different

You're not alone, you see, this world is nuts,

We all distracted by the things that lead the world to us

But our gage is wrong, it's something dangerous

Without a change in all, talk about an aid in love

Fuck tryna keep the Earth spinnin', you dizzy with yo' friends

And niggas on the streets is busy with revenge

And women in the sheets get freaked until they prego

You make your boys out of your good words, you pedo

Following them girls, used to let us, while the mother

Of your girls tries to heal, cause she set up for your ass(?)

And your ass is distracted a little

And asking these kids who's your dad, it's a riddle

When they gotta ask to themselves in the middle of a class

That he probably ain't gon' pass

The fiddle with the notion, but lemme move on, we all struggle with devotion

It takes too long, so why practice?

The television's blasting, ain't nobody falling the plug

And misaligning the club, you're bypassing

You could have done things, but you aren't, though

Looking at dumb things on your smart phone

I run it how you miss what you;re callin' this

Some of you know, and you still won't put your all in it

(Hook)

Round and rund I go

Wher eis my passion?

Gettin' distracted, I know

I'm going backwards

(Verse)

Like Sam Cooke, I'm full of song, but I'm still rough around the edges

Like a bullet whole, it gets tougher round my heades,

But you wouldn't know

The witness could have stuck to be pathethic if I couldn't blow

It's a hard row staying focused on flows

I get distracted, like every one one of these hoes

I should be rappin'

But rappers while they all on my dough, I tell her keep her clothes on

But now they all onmy flow, they make it happen, nigga