Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drops, artist - Daedelus. Date of issue: 14.03.2005
Song language: English
Drops |
| Feelin the rush, my heart palpitate to the beat |
| While I step to the stage in a daze, ready release |
| Settin loose the soul, hands gripped tight on the microphone |
| Whether it’s right or wrong, or ready to get it on, gone |
| Into the inner most chamber of love |
| The music’s a drug, it’s keepin my heart from gettin numb |
| Livin, walkin and talkin singin, hopin that Lord will it Children under the sun, dance til the sky spinnin |
| Listen or know never, tougher then good leather |
| We gonna rock it steady, the sound is so clever |
| Together, tight knit to the sweater |
| While I end you again, let’s live forever |
| But I chronicle my death for toll |
| Writin myself down till I reach my goal |
| Cuz only heaven knows when I’m gonna stop |
| Maybe it’s just when my body drops |
| My body drops |
| From the black stage you lurkin on To these songs I’m working on A ying-yang theory, came like light was shone upon |
| Exhibiting a have-not, we all hustling to get cash |
| I’m hopin this mic, strike a jackpot |
| Of wisdom to the globe, piercing earlobes |
| Wit jewels real heavy yet steady when you rock it Love for my b-girl, I’m comin out the pocket |
| Captivated by life, created on paper |
| I bomb with the off on that’s sworn to escape the |
| Narrow gates of hate that conquer man’s nature |
| Man in the mirror still shy til I face ya Head high, hold ground, and speech is my major |
| Supreme rock graduate, got pens to stab you wit |
| Poetic sketches of pain that rain thoughts immaculate |
| I chronicle my life for toll |
| I grasp my path, this pen I scroll |
| See only God knows what the future hold |
| But still I take cover cause this world is cold, this world is cold |
| I chronicle my life for toll |
| I grasp my path, this pen I scroll |
| See only God knows what the future hold |
| Man I take cover but this world is cold |
| Man this world is cold |
| In between the lines, I write my heart swiftly |
| So turn another page, I rage until I’m empty |
| I’m simply the best, caress words so gently |
| It’s paragraphs I laugh, last lines I’m endin |
| Beginning of the end, I touch streets with meanin |
| Awake but in the day so maybe I’m still dreamin |
| Bein |