Apparently

Album: 2014 Forest Hills Drive (2014)
Charted: 58
Play Video
  • Oh right, oh
    Oh why na-da-da-da
    I keep my head high
    I got my wings to carry me
    I don't know freedom
    I want my dreams to rescue me
    I keep my faith strong
    I ask the Lord to follow me
    I've been unfaithful
    I don't know why you call on me

    This is my canvas
    I'ma paint it how I want it baby, oh I
    This is my canvas
    I'ma paint it, paint it, paint it, how I want it nigga
    Fuck you cause there
    There is no right or wrong
    Only a song
    I like to write alone
    Be in my zone
    Think back to Forest Hills, no perfect home
    But the only thing like home I've ever known
    Until they snatched it from my mama
    And foreclosed her on the loan
    I'm so sorry that I left you there to deal with that alone
    I was up in New York City chasin' panties gettin' dome
    Had no clue what you was goin' through
    How could you be so strong?
    And how could I be so selfish, I know I can be so selfish
    I could tell by how I treat you with my girl
    Damn she so selfless, but she put up with my way
    Because she loves me like you do
    And though it do not always show I love her just like I love you
    And I need to treat you better
    Wish you could live forever, so we could spend more time together

    I keep my head high
    I got my wings to carry me
    I don't know freedom
    I want my dreams to rescue me
    I keep my faith strong
    I ask the Lord to follow me
    I've been unfaithful
    I don't know why you call on me

    Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
    Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it

    Another day another rhyme ho
    Another day another time zone
    Today I woke up feelin' horny so it's only right
    I got two bitches playin' on my trumbone
    Keep up, never sure where the words would take me
    Niggas eat em up, and regurgitate me
    Shit trump tight never slurred or lazy
    Give em' words and the urge to raise me
    Nigga please
    Best friends really make great for enemies
    My watch came niggas can't wait for one of these
    I see you nigga, this ain't no Rolex, it's a AP nigga
    I'm hot dog, catch up to me nigga
    Uh, couldn't resist
    Aim for the stars and I shit in the mist
    But I was ridin' on fumes so I stopped by the moon
    Now I'm sittin' on the hood of this bitch
    Like thanks for the view
    Waitin' on thanks from a few cause without me you wouldn't exist
    You know that shit gave you the blueprint don't forget
    Cole is your phone on zero percent
    Going off, now niggas showin' off
    Niggas swear they hard but they flowin' soft
    I'm taking off like boing on a big ass Boeing
    Gettin' head like a coin toss
    Too easy

    I keep my head high
    I got my wings to carry me
    I don't know freedom
    I want my dreams to rescue me
    I keep my faith strong
    I ask the lord to follow me
    I've been unfaithful
    I don't know why you call on me

    Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
    Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it Writer/s: DAMON COLEMAN, FILIPPO TRECCA, JERMAINE L. COLE
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments

Be the first to comment...

Editor's Picks

Michael Franti

Michael FrantiSongwriter Interviews

Franti tells the story behind his hit "Say Hey (I Love You)" and explains why yoga is an integral part of his lifestyle and his Soulshine tour.

Queen

QueenFact or Fiction

Scaramouch, a hoople and a superhero soundtrack - see if you can spot the real Queen stories.

Keith Reid of Procol Harum

Keith Reid of Procol HarumSongwriter Interviews

As Procol Harum's lyricist, Keith wrote the words to "A Whiter Shade Of Pale." We delve into that song and find out how you can form a band when you don't sing or play an instrument.

James Williamson of Iggy & the Stooges

James Williamson of Iggy & the StoogesSongwriter Interviews

The Stooges guitarist (and producer of the Kill City album) talks about those early recordings and what really happened with David Bowie.

Commercials

CommercialsFact or Fiction

Was "Ring Of Fire" really used to sell hemorrhoid cream?

Pam Tillis

Pam TillisSongwriter Interviews

The country sweetheart opines about the demands of touring and talks about writing songs with her famous father.