Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Veldt, artist - brakence. Date of issue: 17.01.2019
Song language: English
Veldt |
| Wait |
| They tell me I’m way too manic |
| Too busy stanning BROCKHAMPTON and killing choruses |
| I don’t need to retort |
| You should consider upping your standards |
| Or grab your stolen romantic |
| You can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store |
| Play this record as frequently as- |
| Mmm |
| Okay, it’s happening, everybody stay calm |
| Yeah |
| What’s the procedure everyone? |
| What’s the procedure? |
| Stay ****ing calm |
| br-br-brakence |
| I’m-I'm done asking when the pain gonna stop |
| All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah |
| So I’ma say just what I thought |
| There is no expression on the face of God ( |
| You are listening to a child at |
| And please don’t lay me in your box |
| Coffins make me lazy and in hell I wanna spark, yeah |
| Don’t wanna wake up in the dark |
| There is no expression on the face of G- |
| If you ever catch in fire you should stop, drop, and roll |
| Woah, on your spine like a little cousin |
| But take my sweet time when I spit a dozen, yeah |
| People ask if this my prime |
| Peek a couple doors right, on sight, only will be stunting |
| Uh, I just gotta put my mind to something |
| Pretend I practice on the dollar, but you know I’m bluffing |
| Money is time, but who needs to pay |
| When a divine 4 minutes and 59 gonna save me |
| Weight fades, that’s a moral slate |
| Need your mother remotivatin' with cordial hate |
| Ain’t no story, cater to the allegory |
| Like a hero’s ballad with nothing but a belated date |
| Zero status with a bullcat bureau |
| I’m on that full cap quiero |
| I spiraled down to pose here and say |
| If I’ma get it, no Novocaine |
| Better bring the gang with me, I’m a sober man, yeah |
| Woah, well, I can’t take my time |
| But it’s been confusing tryna make up my mind |
| Is this illusion’s trying to live in your eyes? |
| In your eyes (Woah) |
| Uh |
| But lived through it when my voice arose |
| The path is littered with hurdles taller than coffee |
| I avoided loads of problems in that skinny body |
| But my purpose is more than calling my fault |
| Write in homage |
| That’s a whole lot |
| God knows, I promise I’m gon' grow from the hate |
| Yeah, I feel the love when it goes away |
| While you’re too golden to care about our decay |
| Wait |
| They tell me I’m way too manic |
| Too busy stanning BROCKHAMPTON and killing choruses |
| I don’t need to retort |
| You should consider upping your standards |
| Or grab your stolen romantic |
| You can’t compare what’s present to what’s in store |
| And it’s automatic |
| I gotta have it, ain’t so static |
| I’m foreshadowing, it’s about to happen |
| You mad 'cause I got the advantage no shock tactics |
| Make reckless abandon a torch against dogmatics, and |
| I’m-I'm done asking when the pain gonna stop |
| All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk, yeah |
| So I’ma say just what I thought |
| There is no expression on the face of God |
| And please don’t lay me in your box |
| Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark |
| Yeah, don’t wanna wake up in the dark |
| There is no expression on the face of- |
| I’m done asking when the pain gonna stop |
| All these first impressions got me too afraid to talk |
| Yeah, so I’ma say just what I thought |
| There is no expression on the face of God |
| And please don’t lay me in your box |
| Coffins make me lazy and in hell, I wanna spark |
| Won’t wanna wake up in the dark |
| There is no expression on the face of God |