'Till The Reaper Come Songtext
When you lay down in bed
What's the first thing you think about? (Huh?)
The last thing you were speakin' 'bout?
Some of you can go to bed free of doubt (Maybe)
I think in bed, 'bout repayin' my debts
To the ones who have left me who already dead
She said—
Until that reaper come
You will not stop for nothin'
What's the first thing you think about? (Huh?)
The last thing you were speakin' 'bout?
Some of you can go to bed free of doubt (Maybe)
I think in bed, 'bout repayin' my debts
To the ones who have left me who already dead
She said—
Until that reaper come
You will not stop for nothin'
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish
I don't need too much
Just once, I've asked for somethin'
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
And 'til that reaper come (Come)
You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin')
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish)
I don't need too much (Too much)
Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin')
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
Rippin' up the wall as I cock back and throw
Always punch 'em all, never kick it off of the dome
They don't seem to pop, must I make it pop to explode?
Cut the H-I out the name hip-hop just to grow
Reach a high, it's ironic 'cause I'm taller than before While I'm sayin' "Bye" to the Mike with the stunted growth
As I am buyin' a microphone that costs a hunnid mo'
Only see the number one, I don't see the number— oh
You can analyze me down to my last movement
See, I know that I passed and the past proves it
I'm a one hit wonder? Fucker, that's bullshit
See this one shtick sum up to a fat two clips
Two verses per song and they'll last two minutes
Thirty-two bullets sent with my accuracy
See, when I reach, that's at least two hits
Bitin' my shit, you might leave toothless!
As I am possesin' your headset, I reach through them
'Cause I know what it's like just to be clueless
If I can be honest, I just need to admit that
I don't really got the energy to attempt to
Turn rap into a means to an end
I'm egregious within, maybe greed for a bit
Think because we outcasts that we bleed bluer than
The same ones we crawl back to and plea to again
Like she said—
Until that reaper come
You will not stop for nothin'
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish
I don't need too much
Just once, I've asked for somethin'
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
And 'til that reaper come (Come)
You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin')
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish)
I don't need too much (Too much)
Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin')
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
Maybe that hope was unrealistic
At one point, convinced it was truly sadistic
Sometimes, I'm just wonderin' if she really meant it
To be honest, now I'm thinkin' 'bout the shit every minute
It was the phrasing, certain words, way she would say things
During her last days, maybe I'm just crazy
When they're on their death bed, tired and they're hazy
Find pareidolia within the grumblings of daydreams
May seem like a major cope, but I'm pacing
Racing, tryna find a hole in the way things
Unraveled or a fault in my recollection
Pickin' up a local reception
A hopeful perception in a soul full of sepsis
When you want some closure and there's only one exit
Get a forklift for the boulder on necks or
Open up your heart or what's in front on your chest then
Truth really is, 'fore my grandmother passed
What she said didn't hit 'til the phantom was dragged
I was lookin' through pics of the fam, after that
Had a breakdown like a fuckin' van had just crashed!
I got whiplash, slavery to thoughts when it zipped past
Does she forgive me for the sins? I admit that
I wasn't there when she finally did pass
Couldn't see that image of her dyin' when she went bad!
Nah
When you lay down in bed
What's the first thing you think about?
The last thing you were speakin' 'bout?
Some of you can go to bed free of doubt
I think in bed, 'bout repayin' my debts
To the ones who have left me who already dead
She said—
Until that reaper come
You will not stop for nothin'
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish
I don't need too much
Just once, I've asked for somethin'
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
And 'til that reaper come (Come)
You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin')
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish)
I don't need too much (Too much)
Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin')
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
"Find your lovin", what does that mean?
"Find your lovin", what does that mean?
*Gun cock*
*Deep breath*
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish
I don't need too much
Just once, I've asked for somethin'
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
And 'til that reaper come (Come)
You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin')
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish)
I don't need too much (Too much)
Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin')
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
Rippin' up the wall as I cock back and throw
Always punch 'em all, never kick it off of the dome
They don't seem to pop, must I make it pop to explode?
Cut the H-I out the name hip-hop just to grow
Reach a high, it's ironic 'cause I'm taller than before While I'm sayin' "Bye" to the Mike with the stunted growth
As I am buyin' a microphone that costs a hunnid mo'
Only see the number one, I don't see the number— oh
You can analyze me down to my last movement
See, I know that I passed and the past proves it
I'm a one hit wonder? Fucker, that's bullshit
See this one shtick sum up to a fat two clips
Two verses per song and they'll last two minutes
Thirty-two bullets sent with my accuracy
See, when I reach, that's at least two hits
Bitin' my shit, you might leave toothless!
As I am possesin' your headset, I reach through them
'Cause I know what it's like just to be clueless
If I can be honest, I just need to admit that
I don't really got the energy to attempt to
Turn rap into a means to an end
I'm egregious within, maybe greed for a bit
Think because we outcasts that we bleed bluer than
The same ones we crawl back to and plea to again
Like she said—
Until that reaper come
You will not stop for nothin'
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish
I don't need too much
Just once, I've asked for somethin'
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
And 'til that reaper come (Come)
You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin')
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish)
I don't need too much (Too much)
Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin')
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
Maybe that hope was unrealistic
At one point, convinced it was truly sadistic
Sometimes, I'm just wonderin' if she really meant it
To be honest, now I'm thinkin' 'bout the shit every minute
It was the phrasing, certain words, way she would say things
During her last days, maybe I'm just crazy
When they're on their death bed, tired and they're hazy
Find pareidolia within the grumblings of daydreams
May seem like a major cope, but I'm pacing
Racing, tryna find a hole in the way things
Unraveled or a fault in my recollection
Pickin' up a local reception
A hopeful perception in a soul full of sepsis
When you want some closure and there's only one exit
Get a forklift for the boulder on necks or
Open up your heart or what's in front on your chest then
Truth really is, 'fore my grandmother passed
What she said didn't hit 'til the phantom was dragged
I was lookin' through pics of the fam, after that
Had a breakdown like a fuckin' van had just crashed!
I got whiplash, slavery to thoughts when it zipped past
Does she forgive me for the sins? I admit that
I wasn't there when she finally did pass
Couldn't see that image of her dyin' when she went bad!
Nah
When you lay down in bed
What's the first thing you think about?
The last thing you were speakin' 'bout?
Some of you can go to bed free of doubt
I think in bed, 'bout repayin' my debts
To the ones who have left me who already dead
She said—
Until that reaper come
You will not stop for nothin'
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish
I don't need too much
Just once, I've asked for somethin'
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
And 'til that reaper come (Come)
You will not stop for nothin' (Nothin')
Until your feet are numb
And nothin's left but rot and rubbish (Rubbish)
I don't need too much (Too much)
Just once, I've asked for somethin' (Somethin')
See, it's my dyin' wish
Just promise me you'll find your lovin'
"Find your lovin", what does that mean?
"Find your lovin", what does that mean?
*Gun cock*
*Deep breath*
