Erik Flowchild Chosen Lyrics
Chosen by Erik Flowchild
(Verse)
Yeah, I can feel the dope, deep has gone well
Women on my couch, like a motel
Yeah, they be talkin' to me like I'm doctor Phil
All nervous, hoping that I cop a fill
Cause they wanna get touched
I ain't pussy crazy, tell that lady don't rush
Don't you want a piece of me?
What she say is so nuts
Treat me like a piece of meat, cause I'm making cold cuts
And it's strange, cause I don't fit the image
Most of these niggas plain, but I ain't fittin' in this
Don't talk to me 'bout no greatness, cause I'm the spittin' image
Most rappers faking to make it, they just spittin' image
Light up my name, but I'm living in it, just state it
That's why I'm changing my name without giving you indications
I wound placed in a jason, I'm racing cause I've been patient
So try me with that snake shit, it only drives me to make it
(You're crazy, don't do it, you'll just make a fool out of yourself)
(I will not)
(Excuse me, maam, I was answering one of my many detractors)
And though I stay ahead, I'm the bed they tryna sleep on
But I keep on, like a goldie
Tryna shoot the dream, homie, I'mma save it
This is for my homies on the corner, kicked to the pavement,
It's sick how they behaving, like they don't give a shit
But something inside of me says society is killing these kids
I mean, I was valedictorian, you would think I have benefits
Tryna visit my school, but they told me to leave the premises
If not, they'd call the cops, and my record would have some blemishes
He use the venomous, for the record, you are the nemesis to the youth
I'm doing tremendous things, and I got skills
Grown ass man, still I plan for some hot wheels
I don't play, though, you know what I'm on, bro
Got some haters duckin', keep on trukin' like it's all good
Wanna know, really know wanka, fuck 'em, though
Course I'm gonna do this, making music 'til I'm comfortable
(Are you the kind that runs from a problem, Charlie Brown?)
(I'll stay and fight! I'll use all the strenght and talent I possess)
Yeah, I can feel the dope, deep has gone well
Women on my couch, like a motel
Yeah, they be talkin' to me like I'm doctor Phil
All nervous, hoping that I cop a fill
Cause they wanna get touched
I ain't pussy crazy, tell that lady don't rush
Don't you want a piece of me?
What she say is so nuts
Treat me like a piece of meat, cause I'm making cold cuts
And it's strange, cause I don't fit the image
Most of these niggas plain, but I ain't fittin' in this
Don't talk to me 'bout no greatness, cause I'm the spittin' image
Most rappers faking to make it, they just spittin' image
Light up my name, but I'm living in it, just state it
That's why I'm changing my name without giving you indications
I wound placed in a jason, I'm racing cause I've been patient
So try me with that snake shit, it only drives me to make it
(You're crazy, don't do it, you'll just make a fool out of yourself)
(I will not)
(Excuse me, maam, I was answering one of my many detractors)
And though I stay ahead, I'm the bed they tryna sleep on
But I keep on, like a goldie
Tryna shoot the dream, homie, I'mma save it
This is for my homies on the corner, kicked to the pavement,
It's sick how they behaving, like they don't give a shit
But something inside of me says society is killing these kids
I mean, I was valedictorian, you would think I have benefits
Tryna visit my school, but they told me to leave the premises
If not, they'd call the cops, and my record would have some blemishes
He use the venomous, for the record, you are the nemesis to the youth
I'm doing tremendous things, and I got skills
Grown ass man, still I plan for some hot wheels
I don't play, though, you know what I'm on, bro
Got some haters duckin', keep on trukin' like it's all good
Wanna know, really know wanka, fuck 'em, though
Course I'm gonna do this, making music 'til I'm comfortable
(Are you the kind that runs from a problem, Charlie Brown?)
(I'll stay and fight! I'll use all the strenght and talent I possess)