Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I.C.U. , by - A.B. OriginalRelease date: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I.C.U. |
| I never hesitate to burn a bridge |
| Sometimes I just remind 'em what a furnace is |
| And with the burners lit it feels like the perfect gift |
| I could see the future, figure out what ya purpose is |
| You’re like a burden on a certain tip |
| And the iceberg’s lurkin' to pull the curtain on a virgin ship |
| You ducked out while the work was thick |
| So now I point out to these clowns where the circus is |
| I am what, you pretend to Be, that might offend you |
| But I been through, might end you |
| With no one, to avenge you |
| Friends come and friends go, that fucks with your mental |
| Until its just benzos and endones in ya friendzone |
| So don’t ever call me lucky |
| You don’t know what I done, what it was, who I lost, or what it cost me |
| If our next meetings kind of frosty |
| Its 'cause you were taking too much time trying to watch me |
| And you’re too busy watching me |
| When you need to watch yourself |
| Choose your words more carefully |
| But play the hand you’re dealt |
| 'Cause you come around, with your running mouth |
| Call me stupid… I see you |
| 'Cause you come around, with your running mouth |
| Call me stupid… I see you |
| I never hesitate to burn a bridge |
| I lift a pint glass then watch the Reichstag when the curtains lift |
| On the right path to end up in that wrong place |
| With the reaper, in deeper than Dantes |
| Yes, aching in my chest is what I’m living with |
| Stress, youth incarceration’s my privilege |
| Death on the cards since I was a youngling |
| Paul Kelly with the big belly did them dumb things |
| I hit 20, they said he might be lucky |
| Guess that funerals are beautiful and life is ugly |
| Brothers and my sisters, love 'em and I miss them |
| Stuck within the system, can I get a witness? |
| I get the feeling that me breathing is a bonus |
| But if I’m taking anything I’m doing what they shown us |
| So when ya call 'ern and you wonder where the cops be |
| It’s cos they taking too much time trying to watch me |
| And you’re too busy watching me |
| When you need to watch yourself |
| Choose your words more carefully |
| But play the hand you’re dealt |
| 'Cause you come around, with your running mouth |
| Call me stupid… I see you |
| 'Cause you come around, with your running mouth |
| Call me stupid… I see you |
| My brother — you gotta watch your health |
| When they come around you better watch yourself |
| My sister — you gotta watch out for me |
| I’ll watch for you while you’re watching police |
| My niece, my cousin, my nephew |
| Understand that your fam won’t forget you |
| You gotta get up, breathe — get up, breathe! |
| Get up, breathe — get up, get up! |
| And you’re too busy watching me |
| When you need to watch yourself |
| Get up |
| Choose your words more carefully |
| But play the hand you’re dealt |
| Get up, breathe! |
| 'Cause you come around, with your running mouth |
| Call me stupid… I see you |
| 'Cause you come around, with your running mouth |
| Call me stupid… I see you |