Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pieces/Ruins, artist - P.O.S. Album song Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.01.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Pieces/Ruins |
| Same dude new guts |
| Literal and figurative lost a couple fucks |
| Shit, alright fine, alright I gave 'em |
| Came a lotta way to play the cooler than awake game shucks |
| Got me |
| Thumper on the raglan |
| Johnny on the spot with an ill fitting magnum |
| Guns look dumb on chumps like me |
| No funds no fun don’t move won’t see |
| DayQuill NyQuil zzQuil sleep 'til |
| Peace fills ill hearts |
| Beats gone keep still |
| Yeah |
| Guess what |
| Stef’s nuts |
| Crazy |
| Best luck |
| Chest bump |
| Fist won’t fade me |
| Kicking out canes |
| Candy from your babies |
| Jumping off the top ropes |
| Screaming no kang me |
| Chandelier swangin |
| Table flipping OG |
| Pinky up sipping on a Surly Doomtree |
| What’s up? |
| Same shit different animal |
| Same food whole different kinda cannibal |
| Lost on the moon |
| Your dude resides southside |
| Northeast |
| Northside |
| Yeah |
| Alright |
| Downtown |
| Roof top |
| Waiting on the sky to fall (yeah, yeah) |
| But I ain’t heard the last of y’all |
| Wolf cryin |
| Alligator tears |
| With your eyes wide |
| Waiting for the sky to fall (alright) |
| Eyes wide can’t see |
| Vision all burgundy |
| That or all green |
| Intentions all slithery |
| I keep mine fine tuned on the next move |
| Tryna dodge the sky |
| (Yeah, yeah, eh) |
| My hood ain’t the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love |
| have been left in ruins (yeah) |
| My hood ain’t the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love |
| have been left in ruins |
| They’ve been left in ruins |
| All of the places we love have been left in ruins |
| All of the places we love have been left |
| Look, I switched up my zone |
| It’s nothing but clones |
| Swimming thru society |
| Just learning my own |
| Carving a legacy in this rock |
| But who really knows |
| Kicking in doors |
| While shooting past all of my goals |
| Horoscope couldn’t tell you |
| What the hell I’mma do |
| Everything a murder case |
| But what do i lose |
| I prove |
| Snipers on the roof |
| Breath in let’s resume |
| Took a gamble |
| While my life was in shambles |
| I’ll never lose |
| Ring the alarm |
| Panic look how they panic |
| Shit runs loose |
| Dancing on walls |
| Scramble to get thru |
| Playing with fire devil on my ass |
| But not wired |
| Wireless to the bullshit so connection runs wild |
| Never fragile speak easy |
| Believe me (haha) |
| I won’t get boxed in I’m not a damn tv |
| I need that and some |
| Shuffle the deck and watch me land them |
| Doing backflips with life I hope they stand them |
| Or stand me |
| Energy looking just like a stampede |
| While everything is vanishing |
| I hope they can find me |
| My hood ain’t the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love |
| have been left in ruins (yeah) |
| My hood ain’t the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love |
| have been left in ruins |
| They been left in ruins |
| All of the places we love have been left in ruins |
| (Um, yes sir) |
| I can tell a spell with the hood on my back |
| I can ball out and take the goods off the rack |
| Even though my father been hooked on crack |
| I can get it done |
| Jumping through hoops as economies slump |
| Vomiting them chunks 'cause the ambience sucks |
| Dangling the clotheslines on elephant tusks |
| Yeah, I can get it done, I can get it done |
| I wear a helmet 'cause the square is hellish |
| Declare the felt tip |
| As a way to definitely upset adults |
| I turn the swag to an electric pulse |
| Turn it up about a megavolt |
| As you read a post |
| Yeah she had that singing voice that could melt a dead bolt |
| But her singing in the ear always gets the best results |
| We used to read that new new soaking in the Epson salts |
| But now the hood is different and the the yuppies want the special sauce |
| I read insults |
| From the OG’s bio what a mouthful |
| When we write the laws it’s poetry by council |
| Sitting with my fork, and my dinner plate and knives |
| Thinking I can do more than just entertain whites, my spite |
| Blood-sugar mixing through the sugar cane’ll lubricate the cotton gin |
| The dollar bin is full of rain |
| I’ve got a couple black geniuses in the bullet train |
| Bumping them big words shooting out the woodgrain, woah |
| My hood ain’t the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love |
| have been left in ruins (yeah) |
| My hood ain’t the same no more my niggas say no more all of the places we love |
| have been left in ruins |
| They been left in ruins |
| All of the places we love have been left in ruins (ruins) |
| All of the places we love have been left |