Spectrum (GEOTHEORY Remix)

(Nakakainis talaga siya)

Run through your clique

*Scratch*, you pissed on trip

I'mma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips

Cuz I ain't for no *scratch* givin' tips

Run through your clique

*Scratch*, you pissed on trip

I'mma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips

Cuz I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique

Nakakainis talaga siya,

Pero iniisip ko na mahal na mahal ko siya.

Parang palaging kami magkasama, pero

May tiwala na ako sa kanya.

Lahat ng ibang tao na dumating bago sa kanya, wala na sila.

Di na bale

I learned a lot in such a short amount of time

Everything that's f**kin' fine and gold, it ain't mine

Met you when I was like maybe fifteen years old and you

Just act a lil' older plus I heard you came from Arizona

And I was new so I was poppin' up at house parties

Ridin' f**kin' dirty wit' the older niggas ridin' for me

And they just taught me how the game work

I said f**k it, I'ma push the rock and buy a lot of dumb sh*t

But f**k it, was my initial thought when I had met you

I was sittin' in the bleachers when your girls approached me

And they threw away your number like you wasn't taken or something

I told 'em, "Baby, I'm nothing, see why you wanna choose me?"

They giggled and walked away, I prayed to God

It felt so right, I never knew the devil f**kin' looked this nice

So if you ever tried to blame it on me

I'ma blame it on my dick, know I'm sick, yeah I'd run through ya

Nakakainis talaga siya,

Pero iniisip ko na mahal na.

Parang palaging kami magkasama, pero

May tiwala na ako sa kanya.

Lahat ng ibang tao na dumating bago sa kanya, wala na sila.

Run through your clique

*Scratch*, you pissed on trip

I'mma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips

Cuz I ain't for no *scratch* givin' tips

Run through your clique

*Scratch*, you pissed on trip

I'mma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips

Cuz I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique

Nineteen, I got a newer meaning

Rocked monk beads, God chains, searchin' for a deeper meaning

Still burnin' women, what a deadly contradiction

Ni**a toyin' with the physical and spiritual

Lookin' back at what my life, man, what a f**kin' trip

I could've loved this b**ch and lost myself so I can please the b**ch

And never please a b**ch is what I learned and then I went away from everything

I started searchin' for and well, uh

Mo' b**ches, mo' money, mo' drugs

Found my niggas, started robbin', went west, start juggin'

Picked rappin', they chose, I blew, my crew

Got big, split wigs, still rob, mo' rap

We battle, we fight, we won, big one

No pun, all skill, no b**ch in my clique

Young ni**a, no whip, my niggas legit

And I pray for my clan and my squad while I run through your (clique)

Run through your clique

Run through, run through your clique

Run through your clique

Run through

Run through your clique

*Scratch*, you pissed on trip

I'mma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips

Cuz I ain't for no *scratch* givin' tips

Run through your clique

*Scratch*, you pissed on trip

I'mma have to bust you in your lips

And the whips, better have a whole lotta chips

Cuz I ain't for no, I ain't for no, run through your, run through ya clique