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Asher Roth

Genres: Hip-Hop

Hard Times Lyrics - Asher Roth

My mother told me never to tell, a dirty old lie 

My mother told me never to sell, and just to get by 

It's been a long damn summer 

And I've been working by the furnace, fire burning 

An inferno with a purpose, feeling like I don't deserve this 

Like I've been cursed, I don't need your sympathy 

Although I know you know it hurts - it ain't perfect 

Life's not no nursery rhyme 

It's as much of a blur as it is our whole lifetime 

And that's fine, I'mma ride with it, take my time with it 

Never underestimate the power of the blindness 

Yes, your highness. Follow your instincts 

Fingerprints ain't always gonna match the logistics 

Little bit different, it isn't yet typical 

Won't always do to others what you wish was reciprocal 

My brothers and sisters all the way out there in Liverpool 

I feel you a hundred numbers? 

Don't ever fall in love, cum in somebody's number two 

You may call it dumb but true 

You know that we're coming for you: mama said 

Lord knows I take my secrets to the grave 

Til I'm in a crown, I'm on my own two 

Coming straight from a chunk of cave money 

Swimmin in the river with a stone shoe 

But I be in that bitch still kicking, I'll teach you kung-fu 

Show and prove, the whole team be on the same page 

Niggas telling me I'm their idol and we the same age 

While back, it wasn't nothing in my mind but stay in place 

Now picking bitches, calling options like I'm sayin plays 

Take a picture mayne, I'm on some magazine spread shit 

Hold the mic tight, I got that 

rigamortis dead grip 

Got some good brain on the road, I'd say head trip 

Fuck her face and bust on her mouth: call her lead lip 

I'm the baker, I make the bread flip 

Niggas be wyling but you could talk like it's crackin 

To get your eggs split 

Shells drop and it's an everyday thang 

It's a shame, but it's all a part of the game. 

Young boss, new dreams 

Fresh shoes, new jeans 

Tell me what do you see? 

So I had to find out, now you can't find me 

Remember three years ago? Like "why you can't sign me?" 

Thoughts in my mind, I can do all that times three 

I grew up not a young'un like "nevermind me"" 

took time to find where my mind be 

Now I tell time with gold time piece 

My mama told me grind. 

 

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