Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleepdrone/Superposition , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.01.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sleepdrone/Superposition , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопSleepdrone/Superposition |
| I ain’t waiting for nothing |
| I just show up to shine |
| That or don’t show at all |
| Sit at home and unwind |
| They continue they fronting |
| They keep ignoring the signs |
| Ain’t shit out there I’m hunting |
| Everything in its time |
| An it’s right now |
| That bright black |
| With a sharp tongue |
| And the beats crack |
| And he bites back |
| With shark teeth |
| And he eats that |
| That black blocker |
| That can’t stop when the coppers creep |
| And I don’t show up I’m trash talk |
| I’m fuck peace |
| I’m Chris Dorner I’m Doberman dirty off leash |
| I’m Mike Brown I’m Eric Garner I can’t breathe |
| We face down |
| Our teeth are touching the concrete |
| They curb stomping us |
| Wearing a crown in our streets |
| It makes the |
| Bullshit trivial |
| Gave a lot of trust and some years to |
| Some miserable- |
| Castles made of sand |
| Heavy hand holding shovels |
| And trouble man |
| Counts his real friends on his hook stomp |
| Shit, I used to spend a lotta thought on loss |
| I used to need for every feeling amplified too |
| You prol’ly learned early it’s better to be hated |
| And I hate whoever taught you that |
| I’m happy to have learned from you |
| Huh, same page different book (weird) |
| Hard feelings |
| Soft hearts overlooked |
| But not here |
| That whole veneer 20/20 clear |
| Keep my warnings out your people’s ear try to let em steer |
| For themselves |
| Water and bridges |
| Hurricanes and tryna rebuild visions |
| Pick a pain I’m sure that I got limits |
| But fuck it, I’ll make incisions |
| Till I’m dead and re-risen as energy |
| Tryna exist in superposition |
| Tryna exist in superposition |
| Tryna exist in superposition |
| Clock tickin |
| Keep livin |
| Man listen |
| Come on |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| I tried to write a note to everyone who came out and supported when my kidney |
| couldn’t clean up my poisonous blood |
| But I just stared at the page |
| And when I wrote it I felt nothing but the numbing of cliche and tasted nothing |
| but batteries and iron all over my tongue |
| Words rusted in place |
| And all I want is to chisel my initials into something permanent now |
| And raise up these damn kids and make my momma so fucking proud |
| And mutilate a couple crowds |
| (Dead) |
| And all I want is to make art |
| Keep takes |
| Break what they say it is |
| Fakes run the game |
| And your boy ain’t playing it |
| Nah, there ain’t no sense in this haze |
| Uh, if it’s up to me |
| I’ll keep the questions in my frequency and throw em often |
| From now until the coffin calls 'em |
| And I spit where ever cops be walking |
| You’re supposed to be happy to be alive |
| You’re supposed to be lucky to be alive |
| You’re supposed to be |
| If it’s up to me |
| The only people in the streets with guns lead communities or hunt for food they |
| need to fight through |
| Maybe peacefully. |
| Shit, but that’s a big maybe |
| There’s more than one way to skin Schrödinger's cat |
| Not sure what’s holding you back |
| There’s nothing seriously stopping us |
| Getting blown off the map |
| Yeah, tryna exist in- |
| Predict coming events |
| Visions make me dense |
| So fuck your two cents |
| Still a shoulder rub gent |
| Colder with resent |
| Fold for what it’s meant |
| It’s over, my man |
| Go eat a Xan' |
| You gotta prove your position |
| You got a new superstition |
| I could’a never sold dope and hustled through your position |
| Gimme all black weddings and an all white funeral |
| Ball like pendulums and I write numerals |
| Numbers on the boards of life and all mics shootable |
| Even on your frozen nights when all thighs useable |
| (future addiction) |
| I’m not an MC |
| What’s up, candy rappers |
| White talkin' keys no houses but with backwards |
| All these new OGs they got us moving backwards |
| Whole race at our knees |
| History in the crapper |
| I want the food to taste like poison |
| Till the poison tastes like food |
| I want your home to feel like prison |
| Till you up and hit the road |
| I want your job to feel like torture |
| Till you burn the building down |
| I want to raise a fucking family out the ashes of this town |
| I miss a quark |
| And my dark parts wish I didn’t |
| She called me buster and gutted me at the finish |
| And then it ended- |
| Only clean break ever and I love her more now prolly cause of that |
| In the black |
| I miss a writer |
| Who never quite took my edits |
| I built a pedestal taller than she could let it |
| And I love her more now cause of that |
| Infinite slack |
| I tied my own rope she took it back |
| Instead |
| In the red — |
| Balancing books and |
| Pre-cum promises |
| When love is mean enough to go where it’s not wanted and |
| Fuck up a good simple an sweet |
| Bliss |
| Campsite rules |
| Hope it’s better when you leave |
| Shit, I miss myself without these calluses |
| Only hate two and call 'em dad so the irony can cut through |
| I won’t be at either funeral |
| I don’t need to see I disrespect them gleefully and eat the pain, rage and guilt |
| I keep it deep in me |
| Release my fist |
| When my ashes hit the pacific and I’m infinitely swimming in the ether |
| Where the teachers be- |
| Waves |
| Thumbs up |
| Sunglasses emoji |
| Peace |
| Tryna exist in superposition |
| Tryna exist in superposition |
| Tryna exist in superposition |
| Clocks ticking |
| Keep living |
| Man listen |
| Come on |
| Am I trapped inside my body like it’s a burning building |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Or am I the match that lit myself on fire |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| (Like a snowflake in an avalanche) |
| I been waiting for nothing |
| This pain is nothing |
| I be clutching my stomach |
| But this, this here is nothing |
| Scheming on what I wanted |
| This pain is nothing |
| This pain is pumping through my veins, it’s nothing |
| Nothing is what I’ll take |
| Everything in its time |
| Yeah, nothing is what I’ll ask for |
| Everything I will make |
| Ready the fucking drums |
| Get ready to feel it shake |
| It’s better than being numb |
| And better owning mistakes |
| Jehu |
| Yank crime on ten |
| Scream super unison |
| Superposition livin' a |
| Dream like a hooligan |
| Live like |
| Dreams might be |
| Like a real life |
| See them react |
| Try to, act how it feels right |
| Then go |
| Tryna exist in superposition (Go) |
| Tryna exist in superposition (Go) |
| Tryna exist in superposition (Go) |
| Clocks ticking |
| Keep living |
| Man listen |
| Come on |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Show up to shine |
| Show me a sign |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Gravedigger ft. P.O.S feat. Angelenah, P.O.S feat. Angel Davanport | 2017 |
| Faded ft. P.O.S feat. Justin Vernon, Lady Midnight | 2017 |
| Molecules ft. P.O.S, Terra Lopez | 2017 |
| Bumper | 2012 |
| Bleeding Hearts Club (Mpls. Chapter) | 2016 |
| Paul Kersey to Jack Kimball | 2016 |
| Audition Mantra | 2016 |
| Yeah Right (Science Science) | 2016 |
| Living Slightly Larger | 2016 |
| A Teddy Bear and A Tazer | 2016 |
| Suicide Uma Schrantz | 2016 |
| Audition M.D. | 2007 |
| Half-Cocked Concepts | 2016 |
| Safety In Speed (Heavy Metal) | 2016 |
| De La Souls | 2016 |
| The Kill In Me | 2016 |
| Dork Court ft. P.O.S, Four Fists, Four Fists, P.O.S, Astronautalis | 2018 |
| Get Ate ft. P.O.S feat. Gerald | 2017 |
| Pieces/Ruins ft. P.O.S feat. Dwynell Roland, Busdriver | 2017 |
| Bully ft. P.O.S feat. Moncelas Boston, Rapper Hooks | 2017 |