Danger, danger, fear and anger I see dead people when I talk to strangers Scar where the stomach stops Gotta get these bundles off Bubbles in the soft focus
Shark wearer, spy hunter, shank owner Dank burner, no limit top of the tank turner Spot earner, plot thickener Fingerprints, rubber on the Glock, alibi non sequitur
[Sims]
It wasn't like we weren't cookin' We just got hung up on which direction we were lookin' Proof is in the puttin' up the art Might've framed a couple more But every story's got its arc In any case, that was somethin' for the grudge holders to Adjudicate Pushing this human race car 'til the fumes escape Did some wrongs, made a few mistakes But that's for you to throw the book at
I was panicked by impermanence Working on some pertinent Missed it on the first pitch, now I see the curve spin A little worse for wear Bad flying bird in the turbulent air (ay)
I studied rhymes to let the mind unwind Now I make the words for work What a sweet high five, pardon him The heart got caught up in the nouns and verbs The marketing seemed absurd What part of parsin' a person apart for productin' Made a truer self, when you knew the sell was the artifice? I spot a fake and dissect it The place is feeling like the Brexit Came with a warning, home feeling foreign right now The white sheets sleeping in the White House Feed filled with personal brands I got a few new demands A rag and a gas can, damn he's at it again
The language The paint The sanguine
[P.O.S]
Bad to the marrow in the pan, crunch bones Sad boys get the grown man hush tones Back hand flushed in they lame face Save for the high five placed in the same place No starts, no hearts neither Serve up severe, steer clear of the theater Accidentally fall for every real one Casually lost when each one steals one Zelda with the half a heart Controller died before the level up had settled in So when I try to boost and measure up I never win Character stay blinkin' Tryna get a handle what these baddies might be thinkin' But I don't care, really I couldn't spare a neuron Tossing brain cells at a peak of what's beyond maybe But not y'all, prolly nothin' of the sort Rather rock a box a nails and Hammer up a sturdy tree fort like home
[Sims]
The language The paint The sanguine
[P.O.S and Sims]
Amped in the basement Camped in a place where the station is sacred
[Sims]
Dialed in, tuned up, ready Dialed in, tuned up, ready, yeah
[P.O.S and Sims]
Practiced and patient Stamped with a seal, it's the real, no replacement
[Sims]
Dialed in, tuned up, ready Dialed in, tuned up, ready to go
[P.O.S and Sims]
Amped in the basement Camped in a place where the station is sacred
[Sims]
Dialed in, tuned up, ready Dialed in, tuned up, ready, yeah
[P.O.S and Sims]
Practiced and patient Stamped with a seal, it's the real, no replacement
[Sims]
Dialed in, tuned up, ready Dialed in, tuned up, ready to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.