Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jailbreak , by - B. Dolan. Song from the album Kill the Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.07.2015
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Jailbreak |
| Nights with the lights out, days in the hole |
| Mind wonder quite how I stayed in control |
| Tracing my name in the face of the stone |
| And I might turn up right under their nose |
| When the keyhole planks and the man comes |
| Do you crawl on all fours or stand up |
| I am upright, I am smiling |
| I’mma get off this fucking island |
| Drag me out into the moonlight |
| Where the wall is all around |
| The good men are all in their bed |
| The undead are all underground |
| Walk through the night to the break of day |
| I’ve been digging the holes the old fashioned way |
| I got blood on my knuckles and rock to crack |
| When you tunnel this fast, no stoppin' that |
| It’s no slowin' down, it’s no doublin' back |
| Gotta go the ground and get a hold of a map |
| Size stroke toward hope with the ocean crashes |
| It may go down but I can’t go backwards |
| Uh, bars, callin' all cars, hacks in the robo, caught em off guard |
| Riot in the yard when you hear the bell |
| Betta face toward heaven and run like hell |
| Hell is other people |
| And heaven is the chance you take in vain |
| And you might need to kill me, mister |
| I ain’t going back to jail |
| Ain’t going back to jail |
| 1976 was the year |
| Heavenly mix that eventually sticks |
| Not to mention the heaviest bricks in concrete |
| Conquerin' drum beats the honkies with tight pants |
| I might dance, watch me now! |
| AC/DC, bass take it easy, greasy guitar licks |
| And reading Archie comics |
| Nonstop rocks off in bonstocks vomit |
| Pochop, final 33 in the 3rd deep |
| Pristine dirty deeds done dirt cheap |
| Side one track one, deadlock, stalemate jailbreak |
| Wait to gain |
| Build your muscle, educate your brain |
| Stickin' my arms through the bars of the hand-held |
| Mary one maid, muthafucka, jailbreak |
| Vertical vertical vertical vertical |
| Diagonal, diazine, all my lights half passed |
| Time in a flatfoot lap, on the night of his briar patch act |
| To the fire, wish it were simple, a signal |
| A tripped up barb with a neck full of tendrils |
| Trips to the bars and a moment of mayhem |
| Built for the key ring, open the cages |
| Say hello to a growing equation |
| Woah, sounds fantastic, no |
| Got a deacon that wants you on your good behavior |
| And now I’m looking to a neighbor, an elusive nature |
| Here’s to the oldest trick in the book, look |
| Were performed by coldest fish on the cook hook |
| It was deep in the pen with the rags and patches |
| After we’ve rearranged mess whole distraction |
| Never mind cabin fever, unwhisper road that gets rabbit season |
| I’m a bad bad man, I’m a maverick heathen |
| I am on the truck, I am past the beacon |
| I am being fed fresh red grapes by the evening |
| Overstate lines where the 89 sebring |
| Bye, pardon the commotion I caused |
| It was this or a me shaped hole in the wall |