Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worlds to Run, artist - Busdriver. Date of issue: 05.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Worlds to Run |
| This slack-jaw mealy-mouth |
| I mumble when I’m 'round the house |
| I’m trying not to do no chores today |
| Crying in my underwear |
| I lost my sense of wonder there |
| No, I’m not Milan Kundera |
| Though this lightness is unbearable |
| The feeling is indelible |
| I’m wishing I could teleport somewhere |
| Transmolecularize through the secular eye |
| I remember when Vegeta stomped Bardock’s neck in |
| Two prayer hands to the heavens, good Lord, bless Him |
| I was a broke slob watching Ghost Dog writing Post Hoc |
| If I could muster just one good throat chop |
| And honor my shidoshi, 'cause 'dim mak' means 'death touch' |
| I been Spock, I been clutch |
| In thin socks, I’m butthurt |
| Impervious pervert with niggerish fervour |
| Crashing Linux server |
| Who didn’t even change his laundry over |
| Who needs to buy toilet paper |
| Indie rapper, sorta faker |
| 'Cuz I couldn’t afford a mortgage or a Studebaker |
| 'Cuz I couldn’t afford a mortgage or a Studebaker |
| When you’re deep in the raw |
| Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart |
| There’s only so much truth you can keep in your bowl |
| Speak your piece, but words are too harsh |
| Overspoke my piece |
| I’m known in the streets |
| When you’re deep in the raw |
| There’s only so much truth you can keep in your jaw |
| (So what you saying?) |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world |
| Every song responds to a threat |
| Every laundered dollar is wet |
| But if a mom’s like a song torn breath |
| But as long as I can ponder the depth |
| And the king sorta stinks of lunacy |
| I roam the rinks in sync with the jinx that are having me sink the moon and the |
| sea |
| Bankers clink drinks as they uplink to the sphinx’s coonery |
| I’m on the brink, I could fill my sink with the king’s jewelry |
| Yeah, who is he? |
| Driver—lion from a dead world |
| Sole practitioner of his customs and know the RPM of your head twirl |
| Driver old as fuck |
| My daughter old enough to vote |
| Rap songs blowing up on the coast |
| Loyal subjects rolling up that smoke |
| As I dictate terms from an ensnarled perch |
| Yeah, and Leimert Park is Winterfell |
| Rumors I learn to Splinter Cell and pitches sale from Mike’s Citadel |
| Exact an explicit Hell |
| Empty the fire and sway |
| My music on Pirate’s Bay as my elusive alliances fray |
| I collude with a silent clay and infuse a vibrant day |
| With a soothing eye in decay—putting food on the dining tray |
| Yeah, I can do this my way |
| Welcome home |
| When you’re deep in the raw |
| Everybody wants to get a piece of your heart |
| There’s only so much truth you can keep in your bowl |
| Speak your piece, but words are too harsh |
| When I was a younger man |
| I could feel the entire world |
| But now that I’m older… |
| When you’re deep in the raw |
| There’s only so much truth you can keep in your jaw |
| (So what you saying?) |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world |
| When you’re deep in the raw |
| There’s only so much truth you can keep in your jaw |
| (So what you saying?) |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world from my mama’s house |
| I can run the world |