Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepdrone/Superposition, artist - P.O.S. Album song Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Sleepdrone/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 |