Текст песни Teflon - Shit Happens
Teflon - Shit Happens слова песни
{*phone being dialed*}, {*click*} "Hello?" "This is Nynex. You have a collect call from a New York State correctional facility. Caller, please say your name." (Yeah, collect call from Teflon) "If you accept these charges, please say yes at the tone." {*beep*} "Yeah." "Your call is connected."[Verse One]What`s the deal boo? (Ain`t nuttin; heard you calledto speak to me last week, but I was asleep) Nah you frontin(How you know?) What? (Everytime you callyou act like somethin jumpin off over here) Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoaYo, first over, lower your toneHon don`t forget who you talkin to cause we over the phoneNow, how`s my son doin? (Alive and, successfullyas expected to be, no thanks to his father jive-ass)Aight, anyway, I just called to notify youthat I`ll be home now just about any dayReminiscin, back through my bid I realizedthat you wasn`t bein very consistant (*chk*) nah nah just listenI got to get this in the open; straight up and down loveyou KNEW the motherfuckin rules, and still broke `emI never asked you for much; just a scribe every here and thereA simple pen game vibe to keep in touchI blew digits on exquisite shit for my girlwhen I was out in the world, now I can`t even get a visitThat`s kinda fucked up, you snuck fuckedDid a lot of shit from while I was skimpin, but now you fucked upI shoulda been cut you loose; but sometimes when in lovebrothers plug they ears from the truthYeah, my homies spotted you downtown, stylin with some clown catthat we was robbin on the IslandAiyyo, you ain`t nuttin but a wannabe; how could you love mefor life and take flights from this, I catch a 1 to 3And then on top of that you lie; thought I could confide in younot knowin the feelings inside of you died, a long time agoWe, used to slow grindBlowin your mind and you whine how you`d never let goBut now, I`m out of all your plans, all your timeBein that I`m out of your sight, I must be out of your mindFine time to show your true colors to a brotherWhen on lock, I guess you find out who really love yaI`m sayin hon, me and you is doneJust don`t have none of them crab niggaz playin dad with my sonTell him that I love him and I miss himJust didn`t want him havin to witness his pops locked in the systemGive me a hot second, I`m checkin my watchStep inside a tear, cause the last nigga that violated here they kept himI guess all things happen for a reasonWhen I needed you most, you played high post and kept breezinOnly for me to be in front of your eyes in no time at allSurprise, how fast the time fliesYou can`t play both sides from in-betweenHoney knock it off, wake up out your dreamsWhat I mean is that`s the type of shit, fools doI guess things happen the way that they do, because of bitches like you(Bitches? What?) {*phone slammed down*}(Hello? Tef? Tch, man fuck him) {*dial tone*}