Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6666, artist - Astronautalis. Album song 6666, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.10.2018
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
6666 |
| I ain’t never been to war |
| Knock on fucking wood |
| And neither have you |
| So, we’re doing pretty good |
| I ain’t never killed a man |
| Once I stole to eat |
| I knew I wouldn’t starve |
| It’s all just make believe |
| I think I’m George Patton |
| Herbert Hoover |
| Speaking Shakespeare to the stones |
| And hope that they’ll be moved by words |
| Turn rivers into reservoirs |
| And I think I’m…fuck it! |
| I used to think I was Casanova |
| But I crumble nowadays |
| Whenever I sleep without her |
| I used to worship «Papa» |
| Spanish Civil War |
| Fishing off the Keys |
| Bullfights and cigars |
| Man, that shit don’t work for me |
| And I’m on some, «Fuck Bukowski!» |
| Heaven help us if Isaac Brock was right |
| Turning over every single stone in search of signs of life |
| Kinda nice! |
| Quiet life |
| Far from the guns of war |
| Run my fingers through the grass |
| And listen to you talk |
| Sunlight in the curtains |
| Freckles on your skin |
| This my Everest, this my Silk Road |
| This my south pole, Shackleton |
| Yeah, life is protest |
| We are weapons |
| God damn, love like Arab Spring |
| There are frontiers |
| They are endless |
| And they’re in our everything |
| The sun ain’t set on me yet |
| I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone |
| Inside each life there are four fists |
| We are made whole through our broken jaws |
| Broken jaws |
| I’m ready, I’m patient, I wait |
| Wait… |
| Wait, no I ain’t |
| I’m scared and I’m quick to escape |
| «Eh, he went that a way» |
| Maybe flattered and scattering? |
| Or flattened and shattering? |
| Or collecting data? |
| I don’t have an idea that isn’t unraveling |
| Whoa |
| Free where the breeze will take me |
| Helium and balloon but no string |
| This what nobody wanted |
| We stuck so far under |
| We so out of sync (yeah) |
| Just remember to breathe |
| Just remember to be |
| Just remember how beast you be |
| Reach for like anything |
| Do that shit easy |
| Nothing comes easy |
| Just take it easy |
| Do what the needs be |
| There ain’t no freebies |
| Earn what you keeping |
| Or think they do not need me |
| Cause they don’t if you sleeping |
| Caught in the romance and drama of, «woe is me!» |
| Stopped 'em from catching they opening |
| And there won’t be credits |
| This won’t stop happening, ever |
| The sun ain’t set on me yet |
| I ain’t got much, but I’m not alone |
| Inside each life there are four fists |
| We are made whole through our broken jaws |
| I’m learning it never makes sense |
| And that’s OK |
| That life is a weapon itself |
| With the sharpest blade |
| There is not a heaven or hell |
| Just each day |
| And life is a death in itself |
| And I can change |
| I’m learning to let go as well |
| It’s so strange |
| The past is a part of me now |
| There’s no escape |
| I made up the bed by myself |
| So I’m sleepin' in it |
| There is no erasing the past |
| To get back what I lost cause |
| I ain’t dead yet! |
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