[Flame] 🔥 Quadeca - Tropical Bars Lyrics
[Verse]
It’s a new year, got a new feelin’, I’ma do some numbers growin’ through the ceilin’
All these super-villains, they need supervision, tryna use my vision to improve they rhythm
But they off-beat, I stay in the pocket like a bitch’s wallet in a business office
Man, I put it out, and ain’t no limit stoppin’, tryna finish projects ‘fore I’m in a coffin
Call that legacy, I got so many things waitin’ ahead of me, tryna be seventy
Feelin’ like twenty-three, no one can get to me, I’m tryna blow they minds before they blow mine, Kennedy
Blow some rhymes before they’re no lines left in me, open minds so they can all shine next to me
And when I make it out here alive, I doubt they’re inspired, but when I’m always winnin’, man, I don’t mind jealousy
You know I gotta stop all of the braggin’ shit, so many haters, S.M.H. the acronym
Tryna get a couple, “OMG”‘s or a, “WTF, he is so sexy”
I got no Bentley, beat is so deadly, walked up to the rap club, no entry
And I feel a little like I won’t get seen, ’cause I’m so white, won’t fight, don’t get me
‘Cause I’m comin’ at this music with a different set of ideas, tryna build my own crib, like it’s IKEA
Here’s a pro-tip: take no tips from people who ain’t pros yet, bitches always so stressed
‘Cause they tryna find that great escape, nation of dreamers, all tryna stay awake
Everyday, I’m gettin’ up to 808’s, day-to-day hustle, just tryna pave a way
People with the problems always give the most advice, like-
Why don’t you sort your own life? Don’t come close to mine
I’m mostly fine, so please leave me alone to whine
And, next time you talkin’ shit, please bring me an open mind
‘Cause people lockin’ they own ideas in straitjackets
I’m David Blaine’s magic , I’m helpin’ you break past it
I’m tryin’ to raise havoc, not tryin’ to stay savage
Tryin’ to make balance while findin’ my great passion
I’m climbin’ to get up this while witnessin’ injustice
By who people in love with or based off of skin colors
This shit is so disgustin’, I’m seein’ it in public
I’m tryin’ to make sense of it here in the discussions
And I close my eyes and go to sleep, waitin’ until they notice me
Waitin’ till my creations are makin’ everything so complete
My thoughts are scattered, I find lots of patterns
I try not to let it get my plots in ashes
The system is givin’ them two paths like, “Choose that”
I’m turnin’ my bruised back, say “Fuck it” to boot straps
I’m wearin’ my own shoes through that huge path ahead of me
One that I’m tryin’ to pave with the new rap celebrity
Sometimes, the superficial is somethin’ that’s so enticing
Something that’s so inviting, I gotta show when it’s biting, yeah
[Outro]
Tropical bars, man, yeah
That’s all I really needed to say, yeah