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 yid (yomi is dead) - ayomiro.

intro:
1 corinthians 13:11
when i was a child, i spoke as a child, i understood as a child
i thought as a child; but when i became a man
i put away childish things

verse 1:
you knew how it would go, tail’s tucked between the toes
believe me, it’s not easy, to release thee in blow for blow
you were probably the best friend i could ever know
however, when you gotta go, you gotta go
the silver stone slated to place itself ‘tween the ear lobes
got the hero feelin’ like emperor nero
you were unable to keep up, you’re weak, bud
don’t cry about it, boy, my eyes pour the teacup
when you wake up, the streets will be paved gold
‘cause all dogs go to heaven, we all know
we used to play games, like a nintendo console…
we’ll play another one, wear the blindfold
five, four, and please don’t ask me why for
three, two, take a look at the white moon
please ignore that i’m shutting your trap door
with a .44 aimed between your bright two

hook (x2):
off with the head (yomi is dead)
most start with the legs (yomi is dead)
won’t stop ‘till he’s red (yomi is dead)
do it all for the cred (the old me is dead)

verse 2:
as we gather here today in mourning, dear congregation
i would rather not be given this burdensome obligation
unfortunately, it’s fallen on me, as we all grieve
to talk about the deceased, and what he achieved
obviously, he was a king in his own right. he owned life
lived it to the fullest, ‘till he slept tight into good night
i sacrificed my innocence, like human rites
when i let the bullet’s flight take his life:
had to do it, habits bruisin’, att-tude is mad and rude
sabbath’s proven out-of-tune, the savage fool is average youth
he backed into a path he couldn’t map his way out, stupid
i’m telling you, he’s got worse aim than haphazard cupid
so, it’s undisputed that i take him out like dinner date
it’s funny, i knew back since, like the second grade
backyardigans, while he was sippin’ slow on minute maid
it’s only right that i speak his praise, while he’s in the grave

hook (x2):
off with the head (yomi is dead)
final words were said (yomi is dead)
won’t stop ‘till he’s red (yomi is dead)
do it all for the cred (the old me is dead)

verse 3:’
lilacs and a lullaby, lilies lace the valley hills
pictures of my family placed around the service bill
keep the casket closed, comparisons close to emmett till
tried to reach the depths of the dark, like texan oil drills
keep a token of the unspoken around the collarbone
another wants to tattoo the numbers into the undertones
choir keeps it quiet, but sings sweeter than sunday scone
try to tame the tears, so mom be snifflin’, powder-pr-ne
palindrome persona, provoking the powers be
breaking out of the box, spirit stay rising like thc
checking out the wings, fire and thunder mercilessly
usher me into my fate, i’m reserving a chapel seat
adam’s apple in this jean, as i rise above
the t-tle glove-fitting, i cannot say it enough
people starin’ at me like they’re tryna call my bluff
i’m just tryna figure out who i’ve become

hook (x2):
off with the head (yomi is dead)
most start with the legs (yomi is dead)
won’t stop ‘till he’s red (yomi is dead)
do it all for the cred (the old me is dead)

- ayomiro

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS