Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seasons, artist - Blu & Exile. Album song Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Record label: Dirty Science
Song language: English
Seasons |
Can we transform? |
Revelations born from the madness |
Ashes to ashes, no more classics |
Rap has become, so pornographic |
When life has become something never imagined |
Passions pass, new feelings emerge |
Emotions, flying in the sky with the birds |
Where’s hope when we need it? |
Quotes they compete get us higher than that dope that we chief |
Where’s focus when functions retreat to the soul? |
black hole moguls |
Role models in bottles of belief keep swallowing |
Drowning in the shallow end deep |
Told we can climb ounces of belief |
Where’s peace when you need it? |
Visions of the meek in the jungle and humble |
As the sheep make you wonder why you speak when you’re spoken to |
Feel something holding you back, you want to throw the truth |
The lies fly, it’s like time used to wonder what makes the wise wise |
Had to visualize in surprises |
Nothing that them eyes have ever seen |
Hold up, is this a dream? |
Some blacked out after the last bout I hatched out all of my issues and put a |
mag out |
Crashed through the glass house |
some took the back route |
I had to travel lightspeed to dodge that black cloud Raining on my parade |
Sun shining but it ain’t enough shade to hide |
The game blind I played |
Silly games and too many charades |
Maskless in this masquerade |
Came conquered never saw |
Raising hell hoping heaven falls |
Took the «L» but I never lost |
Stepping off the axis |
Balancing the galaxy |
Realizing facts are hidden behind reality |
Casually I dress while addressing her majesty |
Flirting passably to other palaces surrounding me |
Once crowned king humble down to the queen |
Gave my kingdom up |
Became a mortal man walking Earth seeking love |
Woe is me, I still believe |
Openly speaking it deviant in this woolen form of poetry |
Took leadership brain cells just too close to see |
Obedient never winning hope it’s known to be me |
Got free now they rope in your dreams |
With a gold chain, pimp striped suit and a code name |
Sweater under leather trying to tell her it’s a cold game |
And I don’t mean it won’t change |
SEASONS |