letra de concentration. - kevinlivez
concentration
64
no hesitation
let’s set it off
i’m losing patience
i want it all
this plastic nation
i turn to gold
gimme gimme gimme take take take
velvet microcosms of futility reality
wrong things we all cling we all clinging too late
imbalanced never synced bad habits we embrace
a stroke of madness
hopeful and tragic
inside a casket of a planet we inhabit
coddled with panic for the m-sses like a blanket
secular language that we crafted so the mask fits
survival tactics we adapt in proper fashion
transform these heathen fiending demons into lyrics
watch how the fabric set our pant legs straight to ashes
your facebook status ain’t gon band-aid all the damage
in a state of bliss just toasting potion coping all these sins
light a spliff and smoke it tokin coughing choking loud again
you can catch me posted posted posted posted up in maryland
where the lost ain’t hopeless loafin lunching they all tryna win
lost & found my friends
chronic state of zen
the type of mood i’m in i think caught my second wind
i think bouta spaz on wax on tracks and overlap again
feeling like a martian in the cosmic sense an alien
a spartan blend
concentration
64
no hesitation
let’s set it off
i’m losing patience
i want it all
this plastic nation
i turn to gold
that herbal f-ckin essence enhancing me to the present
a fraction of my own melon distracted by all the yelling
i factor in all my blessings
life lemons
i turn to lessons
investin no second guessin
i’m destined to find ascension
my mental weapon i’m flexing
desires that i envision
cut ties to all the tension
so tired of all the stressin
oh my i found my zen man
so high and evanescence
samsara i’m free of living
tell ma i am the man yeah
i got the midas of the soul
the marrow in my bones
spin these track straight to gold
young thoreau pon lone road
many say that i’m a blow
they tell me that i’m dope
and though i’m creepin to throne
i’ll never let my ego grow
i’ll never let my demons show
cuz moe i’ve heard it all before
i’ve been broke for way too long
moe i’m barely hangin on
concentration
64
no hesitation
let’s set it off
i’m losing patience
i want it all
this plastic nation
i turn to gold
objects in my rear mirror
catching up
they after me
and after work be on my knees
begging god for mercy please
no degrees waitering
tables dishes plates to feed
rich elites impatiently
demanding draining energy
i got the midas of the soul
the marrow in my bones
spin these track straight to gold
young thoreau pon lone road
many say that i’m a blow
they tell me that i’m dope
and though i’m creepin to throne
i’ll never let my ego grow
i’ll never let my demons show
concentration
64
no hesitation
let’s set it off
i’m losing patience
i want it all
this plastic nation
i turn to gold
letras aleatórias
- letra de o escolhido - ma-lu (br)
- letra de sandra - go golden junk
- letra de accommodate - frankie cosmos
- letra de anjo no meio da guerra - inquérito
- letra de no use for needles - the subtle way
- letra de último trem - marcos lessa
- letra de jogar pra ganhar - cidade verde sounds
- letra de like a boss - dyro
- letra de holiday song (live) - pixies
- letra de futureproof - the rare occasions