Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood of a Young Wolf, artist - Buck 65. Album song Secret House Against The World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.06.2005
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Blood of a Young Wolf |
| Ten thousand horses, Sable Island, endless summer |
| Oh my god I’m hot to steal, beside myself and friendless number |
| I ain’t got no culture, nothing, dirty words, but that don’t count |
| Flight attendants, waitresses, superstition, good amount |
| There’s work to do, hell to pay, memories and fingerprints |
| Calling papa ignorance |
| And I don’t wanna go, sick and tired |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech |
| It’s an egg and spoon race, slow and steady |
| Desert highway, a bientot |
| Still I’m stuck, I cant afford it Picture postcard, small momento |
| Echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace |
| Frozen nowhere, just a kid, I had a friend named deadly earnest |
| Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my arm |
| Praise the heavens, call the cops, relax, there’s no cause for alarm |
| Diamond rings and little babies |
| Startlements and miracles |
| I remember pretty faces so severe and lyrical |
| I’m talking Amelia Earhart, Neko Case and Frida Kahlo |
| All alone, the way it should be, I don’t even need a shadow |
| Seeds of wisdom, found no purchase |
| We don’t even have a chance |
| Birthday party, armageddon, long stemmed roses, avalanche |
| Broken fingers, going nowhere fast and screeching to a halt |
| All that work for nothin', uh oh, whipping boy it’s all my fault |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech |
| I don’t wanna go to pieces, easy going, afraid to fly and so I’m running |
| Catching fish and chopping wood, the revolution, slow time coming |
| I don’t know what else to do, cross my fingers, teach the children |
| Read your fortunes, storm the studios, come on all ye faithful pilgrims |
| No more same old song and dance, some good ideas get overplayed |
| I eat my breakfast, ride my bike, a knife between my shoulderblades |
| See I’m a man of many problems up against some scary odds |
| We kill, we hide, we all fall down, idiots love to bury gods |
| It doesn’t happen overnight though, never, still I’m filled with wonder |
| Lonely like a tightrope walker, hitchhiker, long distance runner |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, good night for you bad night for me But I still love you lying down, k, i, s, s, i, n, g Not bad, not bad, not bad at all I tried your |
| shoes on Cigarettes and crucifixes, Ingmar Bergman, Alphonse Mouzon |
| Really boring modern music, really boring modern girl |
| Get me out of here, I’m drowning, I don’t like this modern world |
| Anti-intellect and marketing, pretty, pretty, who needs talent |
| Crying eyes, we’re so outnumbered, fight for the right to remain silent |
| What do I know, who am I, my two left feet my big dumb face |
| I’d do the same if I had the chance, cheat the system, rig the race |
| It’s all one big misunderstanding, inside out I turn my coat |
| Don’t look back don’t move a muscle |
| One false move that’s all she wrote |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech |
| Zoom, kick, persuasion, tech, tech, tech, tech |