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I'm Getting Nervous Video (MV)




Performed By: Artist_lr
Length: 2:37
Written by: Robert Weaver II




Artist_lr - I'm Getting Nervous Lyrics




It can't be this hard out chea for niggas trying to job
Its common sense it delicate to hide our face to rob

We can't be this heaven sent
We can't be this delicate

Work this 9 to 5 like I was Kunta with this membership
Told me never Rob so I don't catch the urge to shoot this shit
They say that we aint elegant
Say that we aint heaven sent
Then preach up in our pews like they was really part of fellowship
But You don't get certificate- for years of making emphasis
Graduate the pen to hear that we aint making differences
Suffrage all this life we get
Married to these opposites

(I was told I can be what i wana and I was confident)

My confidence was robbed
Replaced that with a job
Then place this underground
Thats Harriet adopts
My character was docked
They play this from the top
Then look down all on us
And tell us we No mas

I got this feeling we don't live-Its like we fight to co exist
And all my bills be talking shit-like I aint got no place to live
Its like it buried confidence and tell me I aint worth a shit
And then it wake me everyday like boy you got some place to build
And then it take my energies when they come take that place i built
They Tell me I needed my doctorates
What if I wasn't doctor Shit

Its like my niggas out on silence... cause they don't say a word
Its like they like this shit incompetent to what we could accomplish here
Im tired of this this the moderates I needed it the opposites
Why this so proposterous... All this built on awkwardness

Im nervous cause i see my downfall its destruction
I need someone to talk it with but they don't want discussion
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It can't be this hard out chea for niggas trying to job
Its common sense it delicate to hide our face to rob

We can't be this heaven sent
We can't be this delicate

Work this 9 to 5 like I was Kunta with this membership
Told me never Rob so I don't catch the urge to shoot this shit
They say that we aint elegant
Say that we aint heaven sent
Then preach up in our pews like they was really part of fellowship
But You don't get certificate- for years of making emphasis
Graduate the pen to hear that we aint making differences
Suffrage all this life we get
Married to these opposites

(I was told I can be what i wana and I was confident)

My confidence was robbed
Replaced that with a job
Then place this underground
Thats Harriet adopts
My character was docked
They play this from the top
Then look down all on us
And tell us we No mas

I got this feeling we don't live-Its like we fight to co exist
And all my bills be talking shit-like I aint got no place to live
Its like it buried confidence and tell me I aint worth a shit
And then it wake me everyday like boy you got some place to build
And then it take my energies when they come take that place i built
They Tell me I needed my doctorates
What if I wasn't doctor Shit

Its like my niggas out on silence... cause they don't say a word
Its like they like this shit incompetent to what we could accomplish here
Im tired of this this the moderates I needed it the opposites
Why this so proposterous... All this built on awkwardness

Im nervous cause i see my downfall its destruction
I need someone to talk it with but they don't want discussion
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Writer: Robert Weaver II
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