Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Ever Fucking Question That, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Lucy Ford: The Atmosphere EP's, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Don't Ever Fucking Question That |
Don’t ever fucking question that |
Don’t ever fucking question that |
Don’t ever fucking question that |
Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights |
To place you dangerously close to that sun |
Enough to acknowledge the flaws you can’t ignore |
And recognize the cause of what’s done is done |
More than enough to put my name behind my ideals |
And neglect my logic twice daily |
Enough to keep me looking for my Lucy in the sky |
With gems when I remember how you use to call me baby |
Enough to look in my mirror with the test |
For every tear you shed regardless of why you wept |
Enough to curse any man who can’t appreciate the depths of the ocean |
I swam till I ran out of breathe |
I love you don’t ever fucking question that |
This why we probably never get along |
If I was better at finding the right words to say |
I wouldn’t need to right these motherfucking songs |
I love you (I love you) Never (Never) |
Don’t ever fucking question that (I love you) |
Don’t ever fucking question that |
Riding the public transit |
I study the black stairs to answer the question |
of how and why I got so many gray hairs |
I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord |
And I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we meet the lord |
Single filed lines to give her a pound one at a time |
But when I faced her I attempted to embrace her she looked so fine |
I awokened from my sleep |
before her bodyguard had the chance to beat me to submission |
And I still walked with my religion |
I watched the children scurry in circles around the two-way mirror |
Worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer |
I hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin |
Gassing me up about the love i plucked and not been stuck within |
For every eclipse that stairs at me from the other side of a paper cup of espresso |
I light a match beneath the kettle |
And for every set of lips that come attached |
and equipped with that program to seek success |
I bleed my ethic at a slow drip |
I know a man who knew meet a woman don’t remember where |
Big beautiful eyes and light brown hair |
She was from the Burbs he was from Southside of the city |
This is back when Franklin Avenue was still pretty |
Two different worlds apart |
But the world is just a small town |
We all know how people like to get down |
Here we go Aquarius, Pisces |
Feel the flow of the fluid as I swim through it to free my soul |
Push up that came without the glove dumb the pain |
The magic from up above what it does to the brain |
Make the love paint the picture write the song |
The player meet a virgin made a Virgo named him Sean |
Make the love paint the picture write the song |
The player meet a virgin made a Virgo named him Sean |
Make the love paint the picture and write that song |
Til the break of dawn |
I love you don’t ever fucking question that |
This why we probably never get along |
If i was better at finding the right words to say |
I wouldn’t need to right these motherfucking songs |
Make the love paint that picture write the song |
(I could quit writing all these songs) |
Make the love paint that picture write the song |
(I could quit writing all these songs) |
Make the love paint that picture write the song |
(I could love fucking all these songs) |
Make the love paint that picture write the song |
(I could quit writing all these songs) |
I love you (I love you) |