Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Break, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Can't Break |
He wanted to make a difference, be understood right? |
Wanted to go the distance, wanted to live that good life |
Put some work on that wood, jumped and took flight |
Left his hand writing in that book, what that look like? |
Happy mess is the reach, touch and manifest it |
Caught between respect your momma and them battle weapons |
Lost your adolescence at them intersections |
Spread them wings and you’re gonna need some landing lessons |
The sun is going to burn them feathers |
Lost track of time trying to ride the bender |
Used to have an agenda but really why remember? |
Doesn’t matter when your head’s in a bottle somewhere in Tribeca |
Or maybe you sedated up in Silver Lake |
Cheating fate, first rate, feeling great |
Trying to turn a first date into a friendly game of kill the snake |
Can’t wait to get her face against a pillow case |
Progress that came with a cost |
Rejoice for the rain that will wash |
Multiple choice, you can stay on that cross |
Or grab it by the arms and break them off |
The wheels are stopped, done, so let me off |
Deal the cards but already lost |
Kill me now just to get applause |
Steal the shot, run, and set it off |
I feel and I fear and I want and I can’t break away |
I feel and I fear and I want and I can’t break away |
If they buy it for you, how you not going to drink it? |
If they fry it for you, how you not going to eat it? |
If they throw it to you, how you not going to hold it? |
Touch it taste it love it and fuck with it a moment? |
Every city’s the same scene, gangrene |
Vampire’s looking at your veins, fangs craving |
Interchangeable hair, similar name jeans |
Faux-made take charge and late start playthings |
It ain’t harder to tell |
They rebel to celebrate the day their martyr had fell |
Now meet him at the bar cause it’s part of the sell |
Felt at peace, leaving pieces of his heart at hotels |
Stepped in with his next new best friend |
On the bed’s edge loading up on the weapon |
Trying to win big all bets in |
Now pull the bedspread back and pop that essence |