a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de cinder - alex auld

[intro: jayke pallatt]
gonna go somewhere
this is the future am talking about
future
lets feel the future man
its about to get real

[verse: jayke pallatt]
it doesn’t seem real to be this kind of man
rise of the celebrity no longer a fan
give me a hand im climbing out the sand
hear my words spreading across the land
its crazy
ive finally found my purpose
treating the world like my backyard circus
i stand there feeling like i’m on fire
the realisation im a rap messiah
looking back had nothing were shuffling
were been buffering holding something
let it go so the world can see
the kind of man i thought we’d always be
open my hands i set myself free
i get everything it’s all about me
when your at the bottom theres only one way up
no holding back i don’t give a f-ck

[verse: alex auld]
optimised visions that occupy my head
interruptive colors now cause all i see is red
i descend smoke rising and starts to lift
facial features decline my eyes keeping up with the drift
amuse thoughts starts filling up the entire room
hiding behind smoke trails letting ideas loom
its hollow at the bottom try ascending to the top
from one point with others they’ll never let me drop
might shine bright but burn like the sun
back and fourth during the night the evenings far from done
thinking what could of been seen looking critical
a meniscal i’m off in the distance my highs the pinnacle
on my way before i’m reaching four score
people wanna be involved i should give them the tour
struggling to comprehend what people pretend to be
eventually envy’s gonna be peoples enemy

[verse: jayke pallatt & alex auld]
what the f-cking is going on with my mind
why don’t these people understand my kind
hand me the microphone plug it into the amp
am here am a rapping peoples champ
you can’t go any higher than the top
am flying up i notice the stop
am engulfed im no longer sober
im done i’m letting my boy take over
moving on the eight
i think i’m gonna call it
raise your hands in the air your listening to an audit
now i’m down to six start pulling out some tricks
breaking locks off bars n-body can fix
moving down the grid only left with four
adding in pages am a new folklore
left with another line that i can spit to
nights nearly finished another day i got through

- alex auld

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS