Sing About Me, I'm Dying of Thirst

Album: Good Kid, M.A.A.D City (2012)
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  • When the lights shut off
    And it's my turn to settle down
    My main concern
    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me

    I said when the lights shut off
    And it's my turn to settle down
    My main concern
    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me

    I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
    In case I'm not here tomorrow
    I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
    I'm behind on what's really important
    My mind is really distorted
    I find nothing but trouble in my life
    I'm fortunate you believe in a dream
    This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routine
    And last night was just another distraction
    Or a reaction of what we consider madness
    I know exactly what happened
    You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help
    Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel
    Like everything was alright
    And a fight he tried to put up, but the type
    Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
    As blood spilled on your hands
    My plans rather vindictive
    Everybody's a victim in my eyes
    When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
    And outside became pitch black
    A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
    I got 'em, and I ain't give a fuck
    That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
    In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
    I wonder if I'll ever discover
    A passion like you and recover
    The life that I knew as a young'n
    In pajamas and Dun-ta-duns
    When thunder comes it rains cats and dogs
    Dumb niggas like me never prosper
    Prognosis of a problem child
    I'm proud and well devoted
    This Piru shit been in me forever
    So forever I'ma push it, wherever whenever
    And I love you 'cause you love my brother like you did
    Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
    And if I die before your album drop I hope

    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me
    I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn
    To settle down, my main concern
    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me

    You wrote a song about my sister on your tape
    And called it Section.80, the message resembled Brenda's Got a Baby
    What's crazy was, I was hearin' about it
    But doubted your ignorance, how could you ever
    Just put her on blast and shit?
    Judging her past and shit?
    Well it's completely my future
    A nigga behind me right now asking for ass and shit
    And I'ma need that forty dollars even if I gotta
    Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
    Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
    My titties bounce on the cadence of his tingling keys
    Matter of fact he my favorite 'cause he tip me with E's
    He got a cousin named David and I seen him last week
    This is the life of another girl damaged by the system
    These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
    See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
    To where they used to be then I'll probably be in the denim
    Of a family gene that show women how to be woman, or better yet a leader
    You need her to learn something, then you probably need to beat her
    That's how I was taught
    Three niggas in one room, first time I was tossed
    And I'm exhausted
    But fuck that "Sorry for your loss" shit
    My sister died in vain, but what point are you trying to gain
    If you can't fit the pumps I walk in?
    I'll wait
    Your rebuttal a little too late
    And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
    Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own
    And matter fact did I mention that I physically feel great?
    A doctor's approval is a waste of time, I know I'm straight
    I'll probably live longer than you and never fade away
    I'll never fade away, I'll never fade away
    I know my fate, and I'm on the grind for this cake
    I'ma get or die trying, I'm eyeing every male gender with intentions of buying
    You lying to these motherfuckers, talking 'bout you can help with my story
    You can help me if you sell this pussy for me, nigga
    Don't ignore me, nigga, fuck your glory, nigga, you ain't shit

    When the lights shut off
    And its my turn to settle down
    My main concern
    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me
    I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn
    To settle down, my main concern
    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me

    Sometimes I look in a mirror and ask myself
    Am I really scared of passing away
    If it's today I hope I hear a
    Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon
    With the Holy Ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus
    I wrote some raps that make sure that my lifeline
    Reekin' the scent of a reaper, ensuring that my allegiance
    With the other side may come soon
    And if I'm doomed, may the wound
    Help my mother be blessed for many moons
    I suffer a lot
    And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch
    I tie my stomach in knots
    And I'm sure not why I'm infatuated with death
    My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
    That can come about
    'Cause the tongue is mighty powerful
    And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch
    Maybe 'cause I'm dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death
    Really stuck in the scheme of, wondering when I'ma rest
    And you're right, your brother was a brother to me
    And your sister's situation was the one that put me
    In a direction to speak on something that's realer than the TV screen
    By any means, wasn't trying to offend or come between
    Her personal life, I was like "It need to be told"
    Cursing the life of twenty generations after her soul
    Exactly what'd happened if I ain't continue rappin'
    Or steady being distracted by money drugs and four
    Fives, I count lives all on these songs
    Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
    Fighting for your rights, even when you're wrong
    And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone
    Am I worth it?
    Did I put enough work in?

    When the lights shut off
    And its my turn to settle down
    My main concern
    Promise that you will sing about me
    Promise that you will sing about me

    Promise that you'll sing about me forever
    Promise that you will sing about me for- (ooh)
    Promise that you'll sing about me forever
    Promise that you will sing about me for- (ooh)
    Promise that you'll sing about me forever
    Promise that you will sing about me for- (ooh)

    Ay, ay, ay, Where you 'bout to go?
    Nigga, the homie's brother
    Nigga, right here, he gone, my nigga, he gone!
    We on the block right now my nigga
    Like we, nigga we right here
    "Nigga, they just killed the homie's brother, my nigga
    We right here on the block, my nigga
    Al-alright, nigga, nigga just call me, alright, alright
    Just call me back, man, just call me back
    Arghh! Fuck!
    So what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do?
    Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga
    Like nigga, I don't give a fuck, my nigga, we can go back right now
    Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin'
    I'm tired of this shit! My brother, homie!

    Tired of running
    Tired of hunting
    My own kind
    But retiring nothing
    Tires are steady screeching, the driver is rubbing
    Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't
    Dying of thirst
    Dying of thirst
    Dying of thirst

    Dope on the corner
    Look at the coroner
    Daughter is dead
    Mother is mourning her
    Strayed bullets
    Ak bullets
    Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't
    Bring her back
    Who got the footage?
    Channel 9
    Cameras is looking
    It's hard to channel your energy when you know you're crooked
    Banana clip, split his banana pudding
    I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
    I know I'm good at
    Dying of thirst
    Dying of thirst
    Dying of thirst

    How many sins?
    I'm running out
    How many sins?
    I lost count
    Dreams of ballin' like Spalding
    But only shotty bounce
    The reaper calling
    I'm cottonmouth
    Money is power, yours is ours
    Lay with a snitch, die with a coward
    Hope we get rich, hope we can tower
    Over the city with vanity with the music louder
    The same song
    A black flower
    I'll show you how to
    Dye your thirst
    Dye your thirst
    Dye your thirst

    What are we doing?
    Who are we fooling?
    Hell is hot, fire is proven
    To burn for eternity, return of the student
    That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it
    Tired of running, choirs is humming
    Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
    Now back to business, loading the guns in
    Back of the Buick, your hood is viewed
    And the beef is bubbling
    It's no discussion, hereditary
    All of my cousins
    Dying of thirst
    Dying of thirst
    Dying of thirst

    Too many sins
    I'm running out
    Somebody send
    Me a well for the drought
    See, all I know, is taking notes
    On taking this life for granted
    Granted, if he provoke
    My best days, I stress days (Lord forgive me for all my sins for I not know)
    My best days, I stress days
    Say "Fuck the world," my sex slave
    Money, pussy and greed was my next crave
    Whatever it is, know it's my next grave
    Tired of running, tired of running
    Tired of tumbling, tired of running
    Tired of tumbling
    Back once my momma say
    "See a pastor, give me a promise
    What if today was the rapture, and you completely tarnished
    The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest
    You dying of thirst
    You dying of thirst
    So hop in that water, and pray that it works"

    Fuck! I'm tired of this shit!
    I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit!
    My brother, homie!
    Is that what I think that is?
    I know that's not what I think that is
    Why are you so angry?
    See, you young men are dying of thirst
    Do you know what that means?
    That means you need water, holy water
    You need to be baptized, with the spirit of the Lord
    Do you want to receive God as your personal savior?

    Okay, repeat after me
    "Lord God, I come to You a sinner."
    (Lord God, I come to You a sinner)
    "And I humbly repent for my sins"
    (And I humbly repent for my sins)
    "I believe that Jesus is Lord"
    (I believe that Jesus is Lord)
    "I believe you raised Him from the dead"
    (I believe you raised Him from the dead)
    "I would ask that Jesus come into my life"
    (I would ask that Jesus come in my life)
    "And be my Lord and Savior"
    (And be my Lord and Savior)
    "I receive Jesus to take control of my life"
    (I receive Jesus to take control of my life)
    "And that I may live for Him from this day forward"
    (And that I may live for Him from this day forward)
    "Thank you, Lord Jesus
    For saving me with Your precious blood"
    (Thank you, Lord Jesus
    For saving me with Your precious blood)
    "In Jesus name, amen"
    (In Jesus name, amen)
    Alright now, remember this day
    The start of a new life, your real life Writer/s: Alan Bergman, Iman Jordan, Kendrick Lamar, Marilyn Bergman, Quincy Jones
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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