Torches Lyrics
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to hop the train
They ripped the page from stories
Especially ones like Mark Twain
No one to dog the root for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder Dr. Roof or if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Coming up, what I’ve never seen is a big dog past a single torch
Everybody tryna to hold on to being young till they too old to blame it up
Right now, I’m tryna to pass mine and they acting like I ain’t holding one
Until I take a walk and then I stick it to ’em
Like they stole something when I wasn’t lookin’
Mr. Tennessee, they want 10 to me
Got a Tennessee, bring the energy
Like there’s 10 to me, 10 ability
Do the damn thing too tenaciously
Go going down with some golden horns
Microphone gold with a golden gourd
Golden records by the dozen lord
And the platinum got about a dozen more
I ain’t even in a dozen stores Studio go go double doors
Change the game plan slow the show Now the CEO don finger point
They on my time and I got none
But the torch still getting passed on
Cause my rap story ain’t a rap story
It’s a rap form if they want me gone
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to hop the train
They ripped the page from stories
Especially ones like Mark Twain
No one to dog the root for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder (?) if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Never know what I’d be doing if there was a music helping cope in my mental state
Flipping through CDs not knowing the meaning of trailer park leaving we low with the stakes
Skipping the rocks with the holes in my boots
Everybody making fun of my tape
I’m the only person laughing now
Just look at the way I’ve been holding my weight
Rocking the boat when I drifting away
100 rated but I’m digging my way
Bone time lower class in my rank
Gasoline air and tires Everglade
G.O.A.T on top of my grave
From the H.B. back in the glass of my pain
Wind of the pain how I make it rain
Came from the bottom of heart growing pain
Sharpening blades no competition with the repetition Showing love either way
No money changing the way that I move I’m sipping mine and damn near every day
Big dog leading the roof on my page
Nellie shop with the bark never breaks
Pass the torch when the rain falls down from the creek to the bank or the dogs on rain
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to hop the train
They ripped the page from stories
Especially ones like Mark Twain
No one to dog the root for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder (?) if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Most washed up like seashells
Flop after flop, I hope the next sells
Next one fails and they mad as hell
Game of fame, mother-wise hell
Hurry up and wait the name of the game
Boss hog the whip, but they’ll take your lane
Too many chiefs, not enough Indians
Been this way since the old days
Flames used to be lit
Till the rain done went and came
Now they run me out like wash rags
On the laundry line on dry hang
Old heads chasing new ways
Finding new ways to get big played
Watch small print on that white page
Rewind the tracks for the words just play
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to hop the train
They ripped the page from stories
Especially ones like Mark Twain
No one to dog the root for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder (?) if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
