Critical Acclaim

Lyrics for Critical Acclaim

Well, I could hear it in the suite, in the hotel Suite And then sometimes when I went When Kim lived on 70th-somethin' street And I would go upstairs wit' Diddy, you could hear the shit in the hallway And I would just shake my head when he'd come out Every terror has a biblical script So he could reason wit' error and the sins he commit It's written, 6:32, your Proverbs read strong Know that I bleed long, when your enkephalin jogs And you pack your bags then you hurry home Tryin' to purify the house of those who taught me wrong Ubiquitous in our hip-hop songs Commemoration of the patriarchal brawn that the man brought on Look, matrifocal focus was stripped and beat to a limp Loose coinin' of the terms, heard your boy was a simp Sweaty palms when I boggle in awe, tryin' to be one wit' my God Why she get it backwards and label me as a dog? Told my homie start puttin' me on, he Edward Snowden from the whip Got her wishin' she could just disappear Titillated in a way you would fear, we not the same How you fuckin' on a girl that don't want to show face? Familiar through flesh, but she don't got a name Pain in the chest, nigga, that's a cold case Said you's a flirt, but you really just vain Said she'd come through but she never really came Niggas catchin' bodies for the critical acclaim You just caught a body, but you feel no shame You just caught a body, but you feel no shame What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, uh Shawty so thick, he get blurred lines He took the whole riff, now the court say he got to pay a fine What's the price on pride? Had to drop everythin' I'm doin' 'Cause she tryin' to move forward, but the past keep pursuin' She recalls every thought, every smell, every sound Every touch, every detail way too much Face in our hands, recollection of times wit' my mans The one who'd rather do a whole fight than a dance It's a trance, big bro'd the most dishonorable nigga Villainous instances where I found a fatherly figure 'Cause I was dodgin' the nigga, had me rockin' two pairs of jeans Fuck the other shit, them other niggas gettin' to the cream Nowadays, I hear the late-night screams and bad dreams 'Cause a nigga's big bro made her misery his theme Metal in my palm for I hated my enablement One weird move from a nigga, l'ma blaze his shit But when you movin' off guilt then the love ain't the same You doin' this for her or is you tryin' to save face? We know your intentions, and you finna see the day Heard you pick and choose when a shawty should be saved Heard you catchin' bodies for the critical acclaim You just want the body just to heal your shame You just want the body just to heal your shame What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, uh And I can't say I embody yo' strife But I've walked down wit' that feelin' in life The best-kept secrets eat our core Until we can't feel joy anymore