Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When the Tooth-lined Horizon Blinks, artist - Busdriver. Album song Perfect Hair, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2014
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
When the Tooth-lined Horizon Blinks |
All that we wanted |
Were laws to defy |
You can keep these streets |
Me, I’ll take these skies |
But all our beliefs |
Turned out to be lies |
So, blink me, blink me away from here |
So, blink me, blink me away from here |
(Tell em') |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here |
Sipping lukewarm water outta open grenades |
Rocking a fresh Sam Kinison coat and beret |
High School pep rally yelling vote for Bernade |
Drowning my vocals in that broken delay (yyeeaahh!) |
Let’s celebrate solitude, grand prize gold plated 'lectronic pocket |
So cool when I swim all the Manatees die |
I learned my cool tricks from Nick off of Family Ties |
And so I’m leanin' |
My crucifix earring gleaming |
There’s cotton 'round the frame dream sequence |
I talk real low like a genius (left alone) |
Yeah, so don’t walk this direction |
House party playing Twister on a autism spectrum |
Dark poor and lazy |
Till I dye my eyebrows like Martin Scorsese |
And all of a sudden y’all respect my art form, crazy |
Huh, who’d to thunk it? |
Started a new food service called «Chicken and the Crumpets» |
Saw ya moms and guitars sitting licking on the trumpets (oh) |
Cause your mothers disgusting |
All that we wanted |
Were laws to defy |
You can keep these streets |
Me, I’ll take these skies |
But all our beliefs |
Turned out to be lies |
So, blink me, blink me away from here |
So, blink me, blink me away from here |
(Tell em') |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here |
Feeling so inadequate on a stretch of Crescent heights |
Those aren’t stars above me man, those are check your engine lights |
And all of my fondest memories compressed to precious megabytes |
So I mad to christ tabs |
As I address heads on pikes |
Everybody’s been sentenced to death in the computer lounge |
My lady’s got serial numbers scrawled on her pubic mound |
Dance crowds wearing death shrouds roaming in this music town |
But another pollutants dissipate when I’m zonin' |
My nigga it all makes sense when I’m zonin' (left alone) |
And all my time is spent treating home studios like panic rooms |
So rare and colorful pantaloons that turns into a pay day |
Now I vay-cay in the Cameroons |
I grew flowers in the sand and do |
So on my face the camera zooms |
But when the cloud of antimatter bloom |
Was from a wasted afternoon those florists become fascist goons |
Employers become fascist goons |
Ya get me? |
(na dude) |
Treatin' my niggas like the rashest coons |
Handed this rash with the plastic spoons, come on |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here… |
(I mean sometimes I need |
I really just wanna disappear) |
All that we wanted |
Were laws to defy |
You can keep these streets |
Me, I’ll take these skies |
But all our beliefs |
Turned out to be lies |
So, blink me, blink me away from here |
So, blink me, blink me away from here |
(Tell em') |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here |
Blink, blink, blink, blink |
Blink me, blink me away from here |