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 vashta nerada (sleep) - spence of wor.

[intro: the 10th doctor]
almost every species in the universe has an irrational fear of the dark, but they’re wrong because it’s not irrational. it’s vashta nerada

[hook: spence of wor]
i don’t even want to sleep
i don’t even want to sleep no more
i don’t even want to sleep
i don’t even want to sleep no more
i don’t even want to sleep
sleep, sleep, sleep no more

[verse 1: spence of wor]
“ay-ay-ay” were the words alpha five
or alpha phi omega as they get to stepping right
but i never took an oath, nor ever took the line
i feared white rails would dull the blades of these f-cking sharp lines of mine
or make a minefield from my memory, the pen is just so might-
t-stems for my t-ttles, my littles be so deprived
of the impact of donda’s 14 pts upon the sky
constellations like mufasa’s get so hostile in the night
how can i keep can my pride and still stay out of the dark
or pallets in apartments with partial facades?
build myself up like carson so “here’s spenny rock!”
these women see me as carlton, i think i’m more shabaz
forget chobani records, and come check out plymouth rock
like suge knight about bad boy back during the time of 2pac
all hail the internet and here’s comes a new epoch
it four horseman with no foreskins, the gun just been c-cked

[hook: spence of wor]

[verse 1: spence of wor]
the boogie man just came back up from the dead
let words from ivin ooze let off uzis in your head
“bang, bang” the words of a young kozart as a kid
let son of a englewood become motzart when he’s big
not christopher partlow throwing young bucks in a ditch
you bite your nails and they bite you back – ain’t life just such a b-tch
blame on the karatin, or the kerosine that do get lit
and set a blaze inside my heart, made fire that would not quit
now i live in the night off of knockturn alley
where it gets dark quick like wrong side of tally
or siciliana mamas who claim one-hundred percent italian
so they’re asking “got milk?” to every thoroughbred stallion
please on don’t sleep on me like a snake that has been tread on
if you’re guessing that i am dead, i guarantee that you are dead wrong
i’ve got so many ideas inside this godforsaken melon
try minesweeping and you’ll get blown up in a fraction of second

[outro: spence of wor]
n-gga, we kept goin’
gone, gone, gone, gone

- spence of wor

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS