Bishop Lamont Hollow Eyes (feat. Anjulie)
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[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
[Verse One] [Bishop]:
When I first got into shit, I thought it was the shit
I freestyled every minute, everyday I gotta spit
I did the local shows, Project Blowed
Good Life, Unity, The Wake Up Show
Dreamin' in my mind of the day when I would blow
I'd be like Nas, Big Pun, Redman and Camp Lo
End up on The Source or Yo!MTV Raps
With Dre and Ed Lover, couldn't nothin' beat that
Then that shit got cancelled
Rap City came along
Went from Mayor Chris Thomas to Prince Dejour
It started gettin' bigger, Joe Clair and Big Lez
Till that faggot nigga Tigger, that's what Superhead said
But uh, anyway, locally I started poppin'
Hooked up with Dorsey Fuller at The Beat got me rockin'
Sha got my back, both stations had me knockin'
Labels started jockin'
I started losin' options
[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
[Verse Two] [Bishop]:
Put out Who I Gotta Kill cause of that nigga Naeem
Back when he worked for MC Eiht he fronted on me so mean
Told me I ain't got a chance, flash forward, now we cool
That's that industry shit, what them phoney people do
But I ain't even trip so on with the story
Started losin' friends that wasn't really happy for me
I mean rap friends that really wanted my glory
Hooked up with J. Wells makin' hot shit at Sony
Thanks to Jack Bomb, yeah we used to be homies
We made It's Bishop, it blew up for me
Unbeknownst to most, dude started bad mouthin' me
I had no choice but beat him up on the balcony
Coulda been a warrant or cause of Dr. Dre
He said I was "Hollywood", oh, okay
And come to think of it, I wasn't gettin' paid
Just followin' the dream, realizin' the charade
[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
[Verse Three] [Bishop]:
Damn hip hop I didn't know it'd be like this
Contracts, backstabbers, cut throat shit
I signed to a major and I majorly got f..cked
Outside lookin' in, "Oh damn, he gon' blow up"
I thought I got signed, didn't feel like I was signed
Did all the hard work, raised my buzz, kept my shine
Release date never, but I was too blind
Loyal men I'm hopeful for a day I'll never find
Rappers all aggy cause they can't get at me
I was off worse than them thinkin' 'bout it so actually
They was all free, it was like I'm in a prison
Watch the days go by all I could do was keep spittin'
Drop street albums
Tour overseas
Made a hit record, my label made it cease
But I smiled in my interviews, repped 'em in my youtubes
Looked so happy, you couldn't tell I was confused
[Hook] [Anjulie] (Bishop Lamont):
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
Lights go down on these broken streets of mine
(Will I get where I'm tryin' to go?)
Same hotel, suitcase, dark sky outside
(Memories gettin' hard to hold)
Maybe if I could warm this cold cold bed of mine
(Do what you need to)
See through my, hollow eyes
