Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amnesia, artist - Blu. Album song Amnesia EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.02.2011
Record label: New World Color
Song language: English
Amnesia |
I used to have |
Peace, serenity, teaching divinity |
Break bread, sipping the blood, eating with enemies |
Blind, pearl on my mind thinking we finna be |
This, that, and the third |
Boy did I learn, tables turn |
Billy Holiday burned down to play when my nerves drowned my focus away |
Swerving in the locomotive |
Far from my hopes and motives |
Back to boastin' at shows to get a standin' o |
From all the fans I know on some of that |
Sapphire rapid fire soul stuff I used to hit 'em off with |
But now I’m some ol' «pay the toll» for the way I played the role |
Cautious when I lace a flow cause |
Po’s think I’m painting codes |
Patience grown thin, home sick and haven’t been home since |
Fuck a rapper |
I’m an actor in a film called |
Leave me the fuck alone til' I find a real job |
Busting chrome grills off at these soft-hearted breakbeats |
Bouncin' with 808's and gray ink |
Blue heart, red skies |
True art died in the heart of my mind |
Kept trying to fulfill this |
Blank script with realness |
Even if it kills this |
Poet inside |
Used to speak |
Sweet with sympathy |
Tease to mimic me |
Sunshine every line you ever sent to me |
Heaven sent, heavenly scent that later crippled me, shit |
Simple men don’t learn, where was your empathy |
Couldn’t see the fork in the road |
Kept straight forward |
Straight towards a humble abode we both hate more |
Now that I fumbled and folded that open letter said |
Dead men walkin' don’t dream |
You taped yours |
And you told me I could rent it |
Thought it was invented for my viewing pleasure |
Human error |
The apprentice turned teacher, preacher turned God |
Couldn’t reach ya, just a façade, the main feature |
Modified for blogs, podcast the past |
Hi-definition, she laughed |
Pass the message |
Now I’m guessin' that the jokes on me cause I’m the only one threatened |
The wretched by the windows sketchin' |
Pencil mural of the method |
Don’t sweat it |
Techniques turnin', burnin' incense |
Listening to Billy burn my intent |
Definitive days that turn my nights to fiction |
Friction-less, just a pen tryna pimp this stress |
Cause I couldn’t keep a lid on my life |
Naïve is the dry leaves on the ground |
Lookin' past the tree to the blue sky askin' «Why me?» |