Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Thinner, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Terror Management, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Blood Thinner |
Could have been something else |
Been hands held |
Cold fingers warmed by the touch |
Just gonna slip away? |
Woulda softly prayed… |
I won’t lift you up |
Could have been something else |
Been hands held |
Cold fingers warmed by the touch |
Just gonna slip away? |
Woulda softly prayed… |
I won’t lift you up |
The haughty pauper |
Ice in his salt water |
Nine daughters each more gorgeous |
The night caught us |
At night, hear the forest, inching closer to light rain |
The cook fire smolder, the night came |
Like soldiers on night watch |
He watched 'em get older |
Father over every shoulder |
Still it’s secrets they be holdin' |
(still it’s secrets they be holdin') |
It’s things only women be knowin' |
They ignored the boys joking |
The grown man who just watch, nothin' spoken |
Eyes gropin' thighs |
If looks could, leers would force they thighs open |
He scold 'em, the king of lies take any disguise |
They nodded in unison |
Hair greased, skin golden |
Night falls |
The hills come alive |
Black Von Trapps, He know he can’t die |
Ride the river to the mouth of darkness, but no further |
Nine girls but if you touch a hair it’s murder |
In town some joke, he keeping 'em for his self |
Idle talk, he don’t indulge, when he come through they quiet as hell |
(Nobody said a word) |
Used to do the things we used to do |
The do, the things we used to do |
The things we used to do |
The things to do the things we used to do |
We used to do the things |
We used to do the things |
We used to do the things |
To do the things, we used to do |
I’m not like you and your little friends |
So don’t ask why we can’t be like them |
Can barely focus, guess this what they meant |
For all that hocus pocus, light gettin' dim |
Defiant, like we gon' fight 'til the end |
Go 'head, try it, but that’s easier said |
I’ll sleep when you’re dead |
Die in my sleep, grinnin', give it a week |
That’s a freak in the bed, a stiff in the sheets |
The buzzer ring, dishes in the sink |
Leftovers in the fridge, it’s manuscripts in his things |
Half done, Agricole rum in my mouth like I blaspheme |
We used to do the things we used to do |
To do the things we used to do |
The things we used to do |
The things we used to do |
To do the things we used to do |
The things we used to do |
The things we used to do |
The things to do the things |
To do the things, to do the things |
To do the things, to do the things |
To do the things, to do the things |
Do the things, do the things |
Do the things, do the things |
More than that, uh, we understand that there is a complexity, like you did, |
with this man, and the pain he’s in and the frustration and, uh, |
the lack of love that he experiences for himself, that the has for himself. |
I think that’s important. |
Uh, he’s certainly, like all human beings, |
capable of loving, uh, in some form, to some extent, you know |
He’s also physically attractive and he loves beautiful things |