[Intro] A one, two.. A one, two.. Here we go, here we go...
[Verse 1: Denizen Kane] Kid, I'm holding up the wall So the building don't fall Kind of condemned Headed soon for a funeral It hurts all us to where the grave call us The contents of the of wily were not stole Know it from some of y'all And I'm on patrol (Patrol?), but churn the water for the bodies below Called the lost ones, saw them in from the cold While you fish for flesh, fool, I fish for souls Sink to the depths and I hold my breath To summon up the shorty, blinking on the brink of (my) death See the swiftest slip, so that God forbid That the least of these little ones seduce the crypt On the lifeline, don't know on what side of the (this) ship Full of dance, (sucker?), and blood in shocked water So between my seed and the machine I step Full regret is as bitter as death And life is a breath [Hook](x2) Ohhhhh, see the youth go dumb Deaf and then blind, nah, never mind Ohhhhh, are you mad they asking? No, I'm not mad, love, but I don't feel like dancing
[Verse 2: Denizen Kane] Know the hipsters are gripping their pistols this year Baby wrappers, all they racking, thrift stores this year Rockers reveal grills and pop pills And popstars are caught shuddering the camera shutters Postmodern man is fractured and settle for fractions Paralyzed, can't act, distractions attract His attention, dementia, dilute his substance Man, he got no style, only deconstructions My man Qwa say that your style is your soul My soul is my sword, suckers can't afford To test the tightrope and hope the mike cord Don't trip them up and leave them dangling by the angles Bangles and beads to decorate the deceased Do they see that the machine is just a well hypebeast? The system that feeds them, it also defeats them It breeds them, it seeds them and sells them the season
[Hook](x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
