Sylvan LaCue & Linzi Jai
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue & Venus Amor
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue & Linzi Jai
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
Sylvan LaCue
This song is Sylvan dealing with the grind of making it in the music industry as well as the stress that comes with it.
It also contains a tribute-of-sorts to his friend Jay who has passed away.
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
What this shit's all about right?
Uh
Uh
[Verse 1]
Drinks down, turn the lights low
Back to these late nights and light poles
Pour my Henny and let me slip in a right mode
I hate talking with my eyes closed
Far from familiar
These niggas feel ya, city reppin'
Learn to shift the culture
Gotta watch for vultures
I plot hard, hoping the ones who desired to see me on top as a doctor
Admit it wasn't ludicrous reaching heights of a rockstar
Mentally playing Tetris, I'm young and restless
Add it to replace what I'm scratching off of my checklist (uh)
2 A.M. breakfast (uh)
3 A.M. sessions (uh)
6 O'clock naps, face marks from the necklace (uh)
9 A.M. flights you pray to Jesus for the aisle or window
Passin' first-class, crashing off shots of espresso
Uber drivers at 'Arrivals' that I've seen
And I still ain't satisfied with a thing
I need you to
[Hook]
Give me, just give me
Give me what you can't get back
Why won't you give me?
Why won't you give me the world?
Give me what you can't get back
[Verse 2]
Uh
You know it's real when fans treat you like the nigga you look up to
Bitches say they love you
And women you desire come around and choose to trust you
But you got obligations and time in streets will corrupt you
And even when you tell the truth they always seem to bust you
And you ain't got the time, no reflecting or second-guessing
You fall in love in Oakland and take a flight out to Texas
Flick it up, with niggas you don't like, on Instagram accounts
Watching Cole show, embarrassed to pull my camera out
Lenny S showing interest, you pray it's panning out
He sugar coats how the game is changing
You ran your mouth
A plane ticket'll let 'em know you the fuckin' greatest
Young Hova, a single degree of separation
Living on a mission
You know you're what the game is missing
These other niggas is Jeremy Lin's superstition
You left a label, ironically that was lacking vision
You know they out here trippin'
You trying to make a difference
I'm still stressing over things I know I can't control
Duckin' calls, laying low, with a goal
I've been, telling lies to everyone I care the most about
And dedicating time to some people that I could go without
It's been a minute since me and you had a conversation
Apologies for the times I tried and became impatient
You know a nigga never asked for much
And I don't mean to seem blasphemous
But I'ma need you to
[Hook]
Give me, just give me
Give me what you can't get back
Why won't you give me?
Why won't you give me the world?
Give me what you can't get back
Give me, just give me
Give me what you can't get back
Why won't you give me?
Why won't you give me the world?
Give me what you can't get back
[Phone ringing]
[Verse 3]
It's so hard to give a shit nowadays, nigga
I don't know the last time I prayed, nigga
I'm still getting over Jay, nigga
Ran up to the coffin, couldn't stay, nigga
Way too many tears for me to stay with you
Your brother smiled at me
Told me "Man, we so proud!"
I broke down, I regret the day I played with you
See you was trying to put me on game, nigga
It's funny how I couldn't do the same with you
I was too caught up in my lane, nigga
I blocked you from my cell, I couldn't hang with you
[Phone ringing]
It's so hard to give a shit nowadays, nigga
It's so hard to give a shit nowadays, nigga
They cremated you, you didn't want a grave, nigga
They told you twice, "If you get on that bike again, you gonna pay, nigga"
But you ain't need to be saved, nigga
You was already saved, nigga
You was already saved, nigga
It's so hard to give a shit nowadays, nigga
I could give a fuck about the game, nigga
I would give it all away, all away
If it meant that you could stay, nigga
So hard to give a shit nowadays, nigga
So hard to give a shit nowadays, nigga
Give Me the World was written by Sylvan LaCue.
Give Me the World was produced by The Marvels.
Sylvan LaCue released Give Me the World on Fri Apr 08 2016.