Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amnesia , by - Blu. Song from the album Amnesia EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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?» |